Boxcar Transients

Remember the boxcar transients.

Remember the sagging bags

under those tired, yet keen, eyes.

Fill up your broken eyesight

with the glass shards

piercing every frame of their lives.

Pain too great to ignore,

No room to misinterpret,

No chance to misunderstand,

Silent festering boils in the mind.

Free bird fly,

Mocking you and I,

and they in perfect magnification.

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