Bird boned flashes of hungry light
Pale men with their quick carbines
The office of subterranean flight
A mouthful of brunette leaves
A pause before the blast
White translucent moth wings
A pause after the blast.
And it was done like that,
Without verbs or recollection,
The day before my birth.
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