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Shrapnel -

Hitching on grooves and twisting
That's when the shrapnel came
Tears now among pus and my skin is riddled with the deformities
My whisper of perception, the carved ridges
Blood and ripped fat now
Bone drawing itself from my face
Crawling like maggots
My eyes are dripping and my sword is no more
The metal is cut and ravaged
And I am thrown, bleeding, to the curb.

Sparrow -

Oh well, oh well.
How unfortunate, as the dear sparrow carries itself over the aching land of the people; whose ravages and depravements forever shone on cut earth. And the sparrow may say; hah! To show me the wake of the earth? No such qualities of the rocks and trees I shall be familiar with, I know only the sky, and will trod along its fragile allowances forever more.