Five Seconds
The tiny box of three
Quiet in inconsequence
Cowers to bored night
Theory picket fence
Two fly ice
Chosen expertise and calm
Distress the daily grind
Confused in sweated palm
The faithful forty-nine
Hope and safety fed
Now speak unwitting blank
In bitter contact red
The suffering alive
Peak through bewildered eye
Barred to understand
Such loss in seconds Five
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