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words when i was lost there are bones standing,
across the street
they have arms and legs;
their faces are twisted
and dark. snow
covers them
like a silk sheet, a veil
on the face of
an old witch.
they hold each others hands
and swim in deep
mourning.
their hands are in the air,
crying to the gods
wanting, needing
screaming for freedom,
"let me out of
this cage so
i can live my life
not stuck
in a pile of dirt."
they all scream and then
in a 100 years or so
they die still stuck
next to all their friends,
their hands
still in the air.
