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He come to in the barn
Where he was asleep in the
Dark in a pile of hay
But now it was light
And the bottle was there
Empty in the hay and of
A port in air and he
Rubbed his face and said
Boy, shit and looked at
His self and scrambled up.
It was light and blue
Light was coming through
The roofslats smelling of
Horses and of the team
Silas had put out to work.
Shit he said and took the
Bottle and flung it away
Into the trees where he
Heard it broke. And he
Heard a voice calling out
John, John, from the yard
Or somewhere, and it was
Me calling. It was my voice.