Father Mars

I chisel keys

Out of skeleton bone,

Father Mars, 

You are closer to us than all the stars.

I hang my fright

In the form of fragile

Frail, ill,

Impaled at will.

I'm ailing

Inhaling the still

Ensaring moments of caring until

I fare as well as the next man they kill.

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The End

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