February 2011
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weary hands and salty cheeks
sink your broad blunt metal tooth into
dirt and stones and later rocks and clay
disregard birds chirps and swells of nearby vehicles
rumbling and washing past, out of sight
mouthfuls of mud split and tumble beneath my weary steel,
rocks clang woefully when struck pinning grief to me
much as sweat pins my clothes to unwashed skin
blisters develop relentlessly as friction dictates
the...