I throwing up before
I get into the ship
it dark it hot
we pressed together
someone gave birth
we all hear her crying
louder and louder
the baby don't cry
and then she softer and softer
and then none
I never forget
that hell
the worst part
after awhile
more room
they throw them overboard
their parents never know
to sing their death
we dead to our old selves
we dead to our old lives
but we live
breathe in out
work real hard
grow plants
we sweat a lot
but the air is sweet
in the springtime
10/17/98
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