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Description
Oh but to be frank
How the vestige is falling
And warping in the structure
A slow collapse crushing
Oxygen deprivation
Hands holding rusty nails
And a relentless death
A soon inevitable thing
Odor and mortar casting feet
How is there no artist
And the chisel has gone abstract
A stare straight upwards
Often stuttered
Harder to breathe like drowning
At the crease of the mouth
A death is pouring

Cough
Your head jerks down
Plunging your head into wet cement
This is the poem of the last few moments
When you cough it's over

You have to breathe in
And let's just say...
Cement just doesn't taste that good.

Description
Oh but to be frank
How the vestige is falling
And warping in the structure
A slow collapse crushing
Oxygen deprivation
Hands holding rusty nails
And a relentless death
A soon inevitable thing
Odor and mortar casting feet
How is there no artist
And the chisel has gone abstract
A stare straight upwards
Often stuttered
Harder to breathe like drowning
At the crease of the mouth
A death is pouring

Cough
Your head jerks down
Plunging your head into wet cement
This is the poem of the last few moments
When you cough it's over

You have to breathe in
And let's just say...
Cement just doesn't taste that good.