30,000 rail cars add to the sound
to the crowd
to famine
Ingenuous rebel animals along the brush line
waiting for us
to eat us
to shit us
then to board
How will I meet you son, when you are grown-
Will you have a gun or a stone in your hand?
Will the monitors of care and persistence give you insight into your own living?
Will there be skyscrapers and plastics?
Will there be warm cars and ice cubes?
Will there be Cake?
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