Once,
When they tore them open
A life fell out of each
Now,
They are driven
Smiling with them
Rights of their own
In bright sunshine
Hauling with them
Buried in black
One mile from the graveyard
The rights of man
Knowing internet reading will be shallow and won’t allow much for slow reading, let me add a helpful note: the word “rights” is used above with sarcasm, and even cynicism.