obituary pages pasted on pavements
with coronary cornstarch red femoral food coloring
white and black and bloody fingerprints all over
thought safe at a distance
in a hospital hallway father lost and leaning
over white sheeted son keening
sixteen years from womb to war
soccer field to stretcher
but music reaches seeking ears
the long conjoined wailing wind
of human history
sings only of its end
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