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I Come From a Long Line of Dead Men

from ear to ear

never smiling as pretty

as those gaping animal jaws took them down

I come from a long line of dead men

born with hammer steel in hand

hurling downward forever downward hurling

to toil in the furnace down past the river of flame

I come from a long line of dead men

from ear to ear whistle the black hot wind

in hammer red spark rain smiling pretty forever

lungs filled with soot and even more... purpose