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Half Animal Half Machine.

Half Animal Half Machine

   am I dead, this oil
   on my skin is the oil in the air, want to rip
   out my teath, all the hard, metal edges
   that poke through my flesh

   I am machine here, in here, how do I
   shake these greasy, plastic bones, fall back to water
   how do I
   shake this skin, exorcise all this false
   electricity burning through me

   pull off all my clothes and wrap myself
   in dirty leaves, lay back
   in the cool earth and cover my body
   bury me, no, stop these

   voices of traffic and footsteps on pavement
   these iron giants of electricity, the false buzz
   of hollow bees, pack my ears with soft, cool earth
   let me sleep

Holly Day (USA)

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Author:Day, Holly
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Date:Jan 1, 2013
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