Through a tall glass of beer
we see
we capture
the odd-shaped men who sing in the chorus.
Our pamphlet and briefing
materials (supplemental)
assured us the men have little
chance of belonging to families.
One of the new recruits
wears a bucket hat
and uses his chewed fingernails
to extract the first man.
We breathe on him.
We return without reward.
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