Road Sigh (Part 5)

They sang an opera here once, it was forgotten and no one knew the words, it was left in the Earth, it was dug up, it was fed to cattle, it was fed to children, it was fed to birds, a great drama in song wrested from our breasts, rests in our tummies, with the rest of the yummies.  Here is where it began, steam rolled it into a fine cigar, smoke for centuries, burn bright, short…

Put it out.

Keep the sleep out, keep the eyes up, laugh, force smiles, windowpen,

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