we were here before the people & here before the people who ate the people, our mouths older than the hunger after war. you could not survive our music. we sing to your dead, who we cannot kill. our sisters bashed on the roadside, we trample your missed in their names. they know us as the drums in their dirt sky. keep out, we could confuse you for dead. we might put a song on your head. // we are loyal to the moon. we lie to the sun, but the sun doesn’t notice us, you do, in it, your mind making ghosts of us, you take our pictures throw us your bread. fools we have your dead and have seen what
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