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There are bullet casings in the sand,
some are hot from the sun,
others hot from the chamber of the gun.
I gather them up in my hands,
and don't even flinch at the silence between the gunshots.

A hand is on my shoulder,
it's heavy and smells of blood,
and dirty feathers fall from the sky,
it's the hand of a god.

A hand is on my shoulder.

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from Justice v. Justification, released May 5, 2018

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Self Neglect Albuquerque, New Mexico

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