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Skeleton Crew
They said they would give me money.

They said they would buy me a white dog.

We asked for a future smaller than a spider’s paw.

We said if you keep us alive a little longer

If your circulation suffers to produce surrender

you will collect our infinite dust in a Dixie cup.

Unearth me a protean accomplishment by placing

gothic systems in the roundness of my tubes

While I breathe information on the fuselage

like a defunct rose in drab suburbs of memory.