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Poems by Inchiki
The Pact
we will all bleed to death
that is our shared history
i will get my teeth smashed out
that girl will be unborn
i have got to know you now
and this is how we will overcome
i will lead you to that tree over there
the one with the splash of autumn colour
the leaves are just turning
still mostly green but some yellow
the grass underneath is dry
and scattered with broken thorns
you mouth will be thin like a blade
and the cries will not carry far over the wind
then you will turn me over to the other side
and slash the body before it is burnt
that old truck that is full of fuel oil
you will drive into the city at dawn
