the day Saint changed the Earth.

Held on his back like a rattlesnake out cold

without a choice. The Mills will remember

the twenty-six chased the halls

counted down a mirage and fairy tales.

The superstar that never shined-

quietly the structure collapsed in his palm

tiny screams of terror

a violin solo

carved a name- a number into his chest

it'll be okay little guy, your time will come

He can still hear that voice- pushing the ball into play

and the number hammered into his back. Placement

and years will change the past into a 

fairy tale- singing birds will play dress up in the morning

changed for the better.

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