another of god's lab rats
spilled her guts
all for a song to come
in my native country
holding me warmly in a future I can remember
the wind drove me
sacked me
what I thought was mine
were spoils
for a larger force
the blessed day wheeled around a rock in its orbit
rolled away into a night slashed by bone
tired fish infested seas
live on bread she said
always draw lots before
you fix your meal and
bolt it down
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