Working

Throwing a dead cat into a freezer,

cleaning the blood off my shoes,

getting stitched up at Syosset Hospital.

Leaving an old house for a new.

Worshipping a god I don’t know,

working late without food.

Feeling the breeze of a warm winter,

cold comes and chokes the flowers.

Bald heads in the monastery

in the land where no one goes.

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