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[Image Description: Two MCC members taking a brief break; one is sitting on a rock, the other is standing nearby. They are both in their uniforms, looking out at the expansive, mountain view surrounding them.]

The Talk On Tread, or The Brushing Beat

A crew poses on a bridge

Movement as a purpose
Motion in the essence
The Attar of Adrift
Back on the bench on the break
Backbreaking rock breaking heart thumping
Thunk thunk chunk slump
A restful break I appreciate

Swish brush crush brain mush
Spiders Crawling up your back
Sitting in a chair
Crew members all sitting around with messed-up hair
The tarpaulin has been hauled in
Ticks a constant threat. DANGER!
A limerick, a lick or two
GORP, you can take an M&M, but just a few
Confusion, confused. Frustration, a little amused
The absence of a song, or notes, rhyme, meter
Talking, it was there with the frog
Amazing donuts, cancer, death
Is everywhere. Time to brush teeth.
A night progresses. A life develops,
Strapped to the bottom of an unsteady streetcar.

We lie on our backs
Throwing dirt in the air
Tiny bats swoop at the artificial insects
Surrounded by laughter and a darkening sky

Big snake. Bigger stretch.
Ramble ramble egg scramble
Spider webs I miss my bed
I spend all day digging tread
Wondering when I’ll be dead
I woke up on the wrong side of the truck bed
Scary thoughts march in our heads.
Let’s get this bread, this tread
Live our lives till we’re dead, or fed.
Bless up chili mac or a nice trail snack.
MCC Immersion crew with the broken backs,
Smelly pits, latrine behind the salad.
Watch for the battering ram, under the branch
You can’t miss it.
Goodnight, we out.

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