Dirty mouths and dirty soles
Dirt between fingers
Dirt under nails
Skin and bones
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Evenings I see myself
On the other bank of the river
Standing under the oaktrees
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Last day as I got home
Found ants on my floor.
A lot of them I counted
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I smoke two packs of cigarettes
A day maybe three or more if I’m not counting
I wake up at six a.m. compose a hell of a coffee
Smoke and leave for work.
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from the village older boys
chased and caught a horse
an old horse and tied it to a tree
poured oil on its hooves and lit it
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I can not feel the fear
Where your demon's real
I can not feel.
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Each day I walk down
to the the seashore,
watching the rising sun
my eyes tired, burning mirrors.
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I grew up on the border of a land
Where it used to be my country
They turned away from my asking hand
I had no food when I was hungry
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