From the pits it erupts again
The telling stains on shredded trees
It’s taking time and it’s a loosing battle
The body’s a creature of its own
Can it not just keep it in
Save the crevice another crack
The control’s all gone to waste
Fumes from grains long gone
Sinews from beasts mashed down
Fuels the day’s scarring ride
Tunnels and lights and cold seats
Shifts n squirms and spent up meals
The exodus is mine to keep
A muted prayer to heal
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