Tarla walks down the hall And when she walks,
sometimes she falls. Tarla makes it whenever
she can And she listens to the flesh in her
bag. Tarla dreams of the day that she will see
Mr. Chilk's eyes down the hall. What she
wants is not that hard. Mr. Chilk is a
political man And nothing will stop him,
nothing can. Even the lack of vital tissue
cannot sway him from his vision And his
mission and her satchel are unstable and yet
central to the issue at hand. And Tarla walks
down the hall And when she walks sometimes she
falls. She gets up And Tarla walks And
asks herself about the ox.
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