his bare toes are slightly curled
over the metal pipe
and in the back of his mind
are the soft ambient thoughts
of what brought him here

these subtle words
won’t be strong enough
to disengage him from his mission

constant repetitive negativity
has embossed an image on his brain

he doesn’t hear the voices
a distant distraction
no chance of having any impact

knees bend, arms behind back
and as he flies forth…

thoughts of pain and anger,
yet none of death

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