A league of their own directors commentary

in peripheral,
distinct from the dead, notice
Taint Snagged On Barbwire

amidst the stench
and the moaning of dozens,
the soft spot dangles

“WE NEED A MEDIC”,
to comfort bleeding bodies,
no one could deny

Far from yesterday,
I was born the day before -
I know what matters

shut up little boy
we don’t care about your pain
we serve taint spirits

my defense crumbles,
the inmates eat me alive,
this book lied to me

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