In an open field at dusk to footfalls I awoke marching ants across my temples their feet had no intention they followed some magnetic drum prisoners of their destination
from the slats of the factory come where once they did make rails old Death's peculiar songs he didn't know I was listening so he crowed out nice and long to the spiders and the lumber and the dust of his conquest and his hunger and his lust
I heard his feet rejoice I heard him tap his cane as if he had his own review on stage at the F and M
I caught his words in my open mouth I gagged and choked and spit them out I heard him turn his heated ear my tiny heart beat in his ear I was already running oh, I heard him coming
shrapnel spitting from his wheels his sobbing arms raked for my heels I dove and rolled and hid my face and I said these magic words:
my dove is home her breast is warm my dove is home
and I said these magic words and fell down, down the anthill for days
my dove is home her breast is warm my dove is home
my dove is home her breast is warm my dove is home
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