Dressed for death, and smiling
There is no greater crime than leaving
The Unit
Plastic Coffins, Perspex Windows
You've been a long time making up your mind
As the evening light congeals
I have learned about dying from looking at pictures
HAMMER
The Hostage Reunion
DRILL
I wait in a dive on 52nd street
Pretend You Love
The smell of dead children
SCREW
All I have is my voice
NAIL
I am standing here inside my skin
Picking though debris
Fox, gravel, stink
We are now at peace
Hate them all, hate is good
Down to the seventh level
Night beasts in a winter field
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