forced decision

Bones in the boil
they sift and they seethe
and sink –
the surety of scalding waters
here, in desolation,
with naught else to drink
and the bones sunk, their owners
long past worry,
who would laugh and ridicule our
greedful gulpings,
who would still snicker
as the skin boils from our lips,
as our throats crack and split,
as our bodies tumble in –
bones in the boil,
they sift
and they seethe.

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