what earth is
Earth is only a handful of hours older than a dogwood tree
Planted in our front yard in the Highlands in 1990
1942, a pile of 12 million empty shoes burn
On their way to becoming me
So who are you carrying
In your ship's manifest of a face
And chest that stays open in longing
In spite of a life's worth of blood
That sleeps just behind it
Planted in our front yard in the Highlands in 1990
1942, a pile of 12 million empty shoes burn
On their way to becoming me
So who are you carrying
In your ship's manifest of a face
And chest that stays open in longing
In spite of a life's worth of blood
That sleeps just behind it
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