you can’t imagine how many wearing blank /
eyes and blunt mouths stand ready, in formation /
to pull you, us, one by one, /
to the engine and lay your body, /
our bodies, /
in the flame when the coal runs low /
you can’t imagine. And yet it still won’t be enough.
you think you’ve seen the most blessed forbearance / you think you’ve seen the most righteous wrath
The reaching obelisk that throws
this long trench bears an inscription…
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