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In an open field at duskto footfalls I awokemarching ants across my templestheir feet had no intentionthey followed some magnetic drumprisoners of their destinationfrom the slats of the factory comewhere once they did make railsold Death's peculiar songshe didn't know I was listeningso he crowed out nice and longto the spiders and the lumber and the dust of his conquest and his hunger and his lustI heard his feet rejoiceI heard him tap his caneas if he had his own reviewon stage at the F and MI caught his words in my open mouthI gagged and choked and spit them outI heard him turn as he did hearmy tiny heart beat in his earI was already runningLetras de cancionesoh, I heard him comingshrapnel spitting from his wheelshis sobbing arms raked for my heelsI dove and rolled and hid my face and I said these magic words:my dove is homeher breast is warmmy dove is homeand I said these magic wordsand fell down, down the anthill for daysmy dove is homeher breast is warmmy dove is homemy dove is homeher breast is warmmy dove is home From Letras Mania