epilogue to the bleeding horse opus

consider the burning girl as
she walks towards her death
without knowing it

consider the man
in bright yellow gloves

does anyone cry
when he's found hanging
in his cell?

you can't call it justice
but you can call it good

you can sit in your son's room
as he sleeps
and say i love you
over and over until the words
have no meaning

i'm nowhere near that
point yet

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