The rain won’t stop
though it may dance its hunger
a foot above the fields
at the now-cold-dark of daybreak...
though it may dance its hunger
a foot above the fields
at the now-cold-dark of daybreak...
These cows don’t give a shit, either,
and the train, this fucking train,
like all trains in our leaving
partly Jewish in its heritage,
but Irish too in
its numb statement
that nothing matters...
and the train, this fucking train,
like all trains in our leaving
partly Jewish in its heritage,
but Irish too in
its numb statement
that nothing matters...
...merely one more anonymous me,
on his lonely way back
to work.
on his lonely way back
to work.
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