WAR MACHINES

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I was born on a cold hospital bed

and you wonder why my worth is encased in my body

I was nursed by a plastic nipple formed in a rusted machine

a manufacturing plant

on an assembly line while a worker slept

My first night 

I cried myself to sleep while the nurse tended to a soldier on his deathbed

You serenade me with sounds 

Be still

I prefer you use a jagged blade opposed to words