The babies bones burn
As the trunk of the tree
Collapses in a haze
Of wheat, molasses, and mold,
Screaming the whole way thru
The town where
Mice and men and
Sinners and saints
Dive in the ocean
Where father's fleet paints
A mural of a dune called
Amazing grace, I once was lost,
But the roar of the lion was faint
And the grains of rice
Poured from the sky
Like ground-up oceans
Shattered like a porcelain doll
Writhing like an injured beast,
Silent
But
Sweet
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