the things in your life
you've lost
and the ones you never had
can you be defined
this simply?
can i tell you i need you?
not without fear
not without the trees and the sky
and the idea of buildings on fire
this man who drives to an
anonymous grove of trees in the
pacific northwest
buries his son
then drives back home
buries his son
then drives back home
you can close your eyes and
sing these words
and make them beautiful
you can push your hands
into the bloodsoaked soil
can swim or drown in the
bowels of this mindless machine
but you cannot control it
you cannot take away the
voices of the dead
what they sound like
in the end is
everyone you've ever loved
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