Losses

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My father’s leg pinned to mine
These seats made more for miners
Girders, pillars, poles in the corner
Yelling hope to lost marauders
Trapped in nets like fishermen
Howling wind and miser men
The chants of choking growing strong
This gulf of losses — going on

The loss that day is lasting long
Buried with canary song
Miners turn computers on
And the echoes of those girders
Stretch far away and further
Like my legs without my father
His chance of choking growing strong
This gulf of losses — going on