We build
we build in life
we humans
some without ceasing
some with continuous toil
weary the spine the back
and the machine creaks
for lack of oil
forget we that there be a residence
that waits up us
and how that residence is hungry; it
gobbles us, the cemetery
we build
we build in life
we humans
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