Scary men with the expression of evil on their faces,
are sharpening knives. I see them place the bodies
in their old truck as a thing that's done,
and start their silent escape one by one.
The men drive a truck through the desert,
and there a young child, startled, spluttering bleeds,
his life close to non-existence. I see the men,
blood-stained, continue cutting bodies and laughing.
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