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Immune
Dead trees lie immune
they do not reflect their losses or
gather gossiping crows
We have to make room
shiny barrels of guns
point right at our chests
and last night stars were falling
like cannons in war
In one year I will not care less
but right now I am in the woods
burying the stiff body of a cat
and I can tell...it died horribly slow
I dig the hole singing
baby I know how it feels
The cat died horribly slow
The cat died horribly slow .... I once saw a cat lying in the roadway on its back, it had been struck by a car, and its legs were flailing widly in pain. Yet I could not stop to put it out of its misery. I never told anyone about this, but you have jogged my memory, I wish I could get this image out of my mind/....
My Secret River