banging at the locked doors

(town)
(so small)

she sent you to live in the locked cellar

for a while fetching her potatoes

was unsettling

your cot and raggedy blankets down there

you were that father

trenched

unspoken

buffering detonations

tornado word hurlings

this is pattern recognition

is gene pool

unsubmerged

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