The words come slow and halting
Up up up
From deep down things
They gurgle and falter
And sputter and spit
Rust-stained
They've been left
Where solids erode into dust
It will be long
Before they run clear again
The words rattle and snap
Like dry bones
Tumbled in heaps akimbo
Bleached and creaking
Stripped and laid bare
Brittle-broken
They've been lost
To a merciless sun
It will be long
Before they are whole again
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