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Aug 2015
Control factor
reports back to home
lets mother know
how the kids are doing
there is minimal damage,
only their brains
seemed to have turned milky....
short fused

It must be in the air,
or so the water carries
in flagrant disguise
so much sickness

What is left over
will only remain in darkness
in shallow water

These burials come quick
No not too deep
we want to smell
blue carnage
Scads a legion
herds of people
like cattle, drenched and soaked
from head to toe

We bury you
let eyeball peer through
so you can still see
the red mud
the many faces
contorted piles
one massive cadaver
Matthew Walsh
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Matthew Walsh  United States
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