Uncountable
the living count the dead
the dead count the stars
lay the bodies neatly in a row
tuck the limbs beside the limbless
pick up
the headless baby parts
count them in
the sun burns bright
even the sky sweats
at night
there appears to be
too many stars
many of them are dead
uncountable
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