THEY MAKE ICE IN BUCKETS
...And then they ship it out in droves; carving
babies and human forms which do, eventually,
come to life though somewhere else. Places we
never know, speaking cold, hard tongues we
cannot understand. They park their ice-bound
cars in 7-11's everywhere, and then they realize
they cannot get out. They are, in turn again,
frozen in place in their ice-frozen world, where
nothing moves and nothing can ever be changed.
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