the dead list
the missing list
grow with each hour
each day
he checks the lists
adds another photo
a smile to break his heart
a wave
he sits on steps
gathering snow
a bowling alley with row on
row of uniform white
like pins all knocked down
waiting to be stood again -
a silence of machines
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