Cracked white rapping
A brief shimmer of glissando on the black metal
Shining steel pressing until
Just before it burns
And what might have been a life
Made for a death and plucking away
Is brought into another life
Between how the children of grass’s descent
Were crushed to dust
Their bodies mixed together
And cut apart again

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