WHAT ELSE GETS SACRIFICED?
The knife in the water is the leading
edge of crassness. Everything hurts
as I am looking for your name, amid
hundreds of letters all looking like.
I hate the protocol of these places,
all. The Twin Towers, the Vietnam
Wall. And, just as much, I realize, I
probably didn't really know you at
all. This warbler, in a field of gray.
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