and ugly. Sometimes the flag
dips below the surface. Sometimes
you can’t recognize their mark.
Sometimes you don’t know
what to think. Is this where I came in?
Is this where I get off? Get off. Don’t push us;
if we’re hot we’ll arrange a taxi
to the funerary, make our way
on our own. It’s a long way
to Bethel, a long way alone.
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