blanketed
raze
it
takes
three
hours
to
deliver
a
few
pieces
of
drywall
:
five
minutes
for
the
stiff
arms
of
a
truck
to
transfer
pallets
of
plaster
and
paper
from
cargo
box
to
sparse
grass
,
and
one
hundred
and
seventy-five
more
for
the
men
manipulating
the
machine
to
shoot
the
shit
while
the
engine idles
and
stinks
up
the
swollen
morning
.
you
learn
this
while
losing
the
last
of
your
dreams
to
a
choir
of
untrained
voices
trembling
and
tripping
over
one
another
.
the
leaves
that
slept
for
so
long
under
snow
are
free
to
roam
now
,
parched
and
arched
as
their
bodies
have
grown
.
when
the
day
has
found
its
footing,
a
child
will
shout
to
someone
who's
leaving
, "
i
love
you
,
i
love
you
,
i
love
you
,"
until
the
words
they
haven't
mastered
shed
their
meaning
and
become
just
another
bit
of
birdsong
blanketed
by
wind
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from