Write till your fucking fingers bleed,
blood soaking
gripping the tight lines
with no
remorse.
Look away from life past
just like those brave souls
aboard the Titanic;
fathers, husbands, caregivers—
they put their skulls
inside the icy jaws
of the lion
as it roared
then pryed them out
and stared back
warmly.
They sent off
future gem-studded
dynasties
under dazzling and indifferent stars
while the band
played
one last song.
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