Two tin cans and a piece of string

Tapping nails, tears rattling at rails

as train trundles on

Bundle of trinkets, truncated

so it flickers until she stumbles upon

the one that shook the world in which nobody could belong

Empty shadows shudder

under calamitous quiet

Radio silence requires quilt of compliance

covering kernel of infernal, internal urge

To speak

To laugh

To cry

As peak turns to trough to deny

desire ever could reside in any single eye

How many must die

alone amidst this mess?

Distanced, yes

yet crawling, clawing

for a little more than life could bring

Open-armed infant stretches for sun

to burn up on exit

never again being one

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