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All the Things Unsaid Echoes closer and closer of distant bore machines out of my gut Hammers hitting the canker As splinters reverberate Into my head A pickaxe hurts the deepest layer Each chip a muffled grudge Imploding in the hollow Malice stretches and stretches With sullen silence until it snaps All the things unsaid Fester in the quiet Deep down in the shaft Surly as a bear A seam before the blast All the things unsaid Stop the power drill Fill the galleries with words Against collapse


All the Things Unsaid