| Cabin Filled With Smoke and Flies |
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| On a day when the grey sky hangs |
| Like the space between two boats |
| The cabin fills with smoke |
| My fire breathes and spits |
| As pines with lifted nets |
| Stand cemetery solid in the snow |
| I never knew a word for this |
| The terror of the day |
| The cabin creaks and moans |
| The heart is in the air |
| From unseen holes, the flies |
