PACHECHO
Flammable liquid, eyes good as gold,
nine points on the map, everything oversold.
What's left in a nation of warriors? Out here,
in the cold, I'm walking some old Rahway
cemetery, right past an obelisk for the dead
of the Titanic. Listen to me, listen someone.
Does an entry from a wider stage take
over the small first act?
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