Bodies sing alike

Bodies sing alike , in separate sleep,
Their words drawn from same sleep,

Songs are like a scream on a bridge,
Like  market din rising above price

Of snake gourd lying curled in bag.
Everyone’s song is a market sound

A common sleep’s continuing song
Skeletal remains of mankind’s wail.

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