your childhood home on fire
and yourself a child
and then later
a man in your daughter's bedroom
takes her and rapes her and kills her
and then the war ceases to matter
the past becomes a a hole and
the future is a shallow pit
and these streets all dream of rain
these wires run from
house to house
the silence of
sleeping electricity
the young boy with this
dog at his throat
ask him where his father is
and all he does is bleed
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