Lament, Cemented

Blood flows with the consistency of gravel.

Stuff me full of concrete
and harden all my veins.

Make it so the blood comes out.
Cement will numb the pain
of the flow before,
the sanguine love
of thick-and-iron brine:

Push and pull and kick and shove
and let me harden; die.

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