The spirit bottles line the top of the bar
like prisoners in a death camp;
a shot here, a shot there —
their names forgotten by morning.
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One for the road, the ditch, the gravel, the turf and the sea.
"spirit bottles" is such a wonderfully punny thing.
Such concision! Your language looks exhausted it's playing so many roles at once.*