these children know
how
death does not creep in
quiet
they know
a last
breath
so intimately public
& shredded
skin
such experts we do not
want to be
& after so much practice
these ancient children die
these children know
how
death does not creep in
quiet
they know
a last
breath
so intimately public
& shredded
skin
such experts we do not
want to be
& after so much practice
these ancient children die
I am not a silent poet 
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