punt

sheffie sank interestingly
behind dark steel a swoon
a faint and all he was
gone
that night the moon shone down
on our pale faces
hearts fluttering with death fatigue
trying to space out
but stuck in this slice of the onion
i got heavier when the sun rose
today they brought in the new machines
they got stuck and we were all trapped
the grey curtain came down and oh my
the boys die by the thousands
i’m not so well off
i lost my body
don’t forget me
make it better
tend to my children
i wish i

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