convergence
i like to stand in the front line.
tonight i'm back. it's staggered some.
the front line is where it's the worst.
some kid next to me gets hit bad.
you cannot hear anything now.
they drag his limp form to the back,
shine flashlights into his white eyes.
knuckles up, boys. it's coming soon.
wait another couple seconds,
you'll be lucky if you can breathe.
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