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Bulldozer
A Poem by:
Maziar Ouliaei-Nia
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Here
I stand
in the middle of a road
closed to the traffic.
For days
my huge hands have dug deeply
the hard dark reality.
Tons of dirt
has been piled up.
Nobody tells me
what's the purpose.
The workers
left for lunch break.
They didn't offer me anything.
I'm not hungry, anyway.
Roadwork
tedious and slow.
No clue
where this road leads to.
Before a pile of dirt
for days
I think about the whole truth.
Maziar Ouliaei-Nia
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