The shovel is the brother to the gun.
out of great Russia came three dusky syllables workmen took guns and went out to die for: Bread, Peace, Land.
There will be a rusty gun on the wall, sweetheart, The rifle grooves curling with flakes of rust. A spider will make a silver string nest in the darkest, warmest corner of it.
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