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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Why Do I Pray My Son

by Tom Hatch

He told me they laid down
Between the train tracks
Pissed his pants and cried
As the massive engine and cars shot over inches
From his tears
It was a fifteen second rush he was fifteen
His stillness saved his life
His fear moving to something
Worse this is why I pray
His dares never ending
His inhale and exhaling
Brain is on a loose thread
A needle has been in his
Forearm teasing overdose and death
This is why I pray
Tracks and trains are both
Real and a metaphor
This is why I pray

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