Gray and squeezed
into humanoid shapes
clay was purposed
by my hands
to form an army
a hundred million strong
to defeat my enemies
when I was mad
at the whole world,
but I did not count on
the sun drying them out
so their limbs
did not move
and sometimes
broke off
when you tried
to force them
into action.
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