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The state cracked where they left your breath
No longer instrument.
Along the shore
The sand ripped up, and the newer blood
Streaked like a vein to every monument.
The empty smoke that drifted near the guns
Where the stiff motor pounded in the mud
Had the smell of a hundred burned-out suns.
The ceiling of your sky went dark.
A year ago today they cracked your bones.
So rot in a closet in the ground
For the bad trumpets and the capitol's
Long seasonable grief.
Rot for its guests,
Alive, that step away from death.
A year cold, come more living to this room
Than these intruders, vertical and warm.
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