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September 12, 2004
Blessed are the Bulldozers
Shine your light
on their thick metal curves.
Paint them pink and
draw dry shadows across the faded yellow so we'll make them hush and stop
bulldozing things and say
Goodnight day_
Goodnight pieces of buildings and scrap metal and dirt roads and everything
loud and filthy and exhausting.
Give us all a bath, put us all to bed.
