Mistakes Not Made Poem by Kaysen Fraker

Mistakes Not Made



Drills dig deep
men haul up
machines melt down
factories shape

Stores buy
trucks deliver
men stock
stores sell

All that work
for a piece of hot metal
to end up
buried in a ceiling

One mistake
too little powder
weak metal
damaged primer

And I might still be alive.

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