stump
raze
you
were
dead
on
your
feet
for
weeks
before
you
fell
.
diminished
,
but
not
gone
.
the
other
day
they
cut
down
what
was
left
of
you
and
ground
your
stump
to
sawdust,
leaving
your
roots
to
starve
.
that
way
they
could
get
paid
twice
for
a
job
that
should
have
been
done
in
an
afternoon
and
didn't
need
doing
in
the
first
place
. they'll deceive themselves
into
thinking
they've
erased
you
,
but
you're
still
alive
in
the
memories
of
the
animals
and
insects
that
found
shelter
and
nourishment
in
your
craters
and
curves
,
and
in
the
angry
soup
i
call
my
soul
.
there's
a
little
less
oxygen
in
this
city
without
you
,
but
as
long
as
i'm
still
breathing
some
part
of
you
will
be
burrowed
in
me
.
and
i
don't
plan
on
closing
up
shop
for
a
good
long
while
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from