Looking over a list of names
Looking at the corpses that lie under
No work of worm or wind and rain upon them
No moldering as they linger
Never made whole
Their open bodies and faces never finished
Gaping, staring eyeless
Left where they were cast aside
Never to be tended
Abandoned to the pursuit of others
Ragged, ruined, rejected lives
Never begun
Oh, well.
I have other work to which to tend.
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