"Out, Out—"
Your impression
That the world will harbor the
Audacity to sever limbs from the whole truth
Are gravely mistaken.
From now on, the whole truth, and nothing less!
And in times of future toil,
Remember,
You’ve got time on your hands,
The tools in your fingers,
And your life
On the table!
Mom and Pop are bleeding.
Because they weren’t careful when they
Carved in the outlines of their lives.
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