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tears of the
sea
these pretty deaths
bauble and bright
a quick chat on the polypipe phone
the island diving
only five percent fail
no stone without a dollar says
nor life nor limb but risk
of the mines I mean
filing and sanding and sawing
drowned in the first facet
in the shop of hammers
gem on a stick to work
glass polished to show
and thigh high in all the day mud
generation after generation
the colour, the cut and the clarity
30 to 40 meters of peril
the ferns stuffed side of the shaft for flimsy
with all the proper permits, insurance
robbing the earth of its tears
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