Under the bridge, anything but water,
no one forgives, no one forgets, the pain
drowns the past under water, the bridge
evokes connections the butchers slaughter,
remember and reflect how love affects
trauma differently than neglect, the bane
hovers beneath the surface, to abridge
each lifetime, distilled from clouds into tears.
Butchers don't bother with long-term effects
reflecting their work and the world of harm,
invite a butcher over for dinner,
damn how Sam cleans up, don't pull the alarm,
given no one says grace like a sinner,
even if we forgive, no one shifts gears.
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