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He left the house to buy some bread for his kids.
News of his death made it home,
but not the bread.
No bread.
Death sits to eat whoever remains of the kids.
No need for a table, no need for bread.

We don’t have embassies, sir!
The one in Jerusalem is farther
than the Andromeda Galaxy.
Andromeda is 2.5 million light-years.
But our years stay heavy and dark.
It would take trillions of years.
Sir, we are not welcome anywhere.
Only cemeteries don’t mind our bodies.