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poem for dad

when i go back to earth
in their ragged regimentals
high walls and huge
i burn no incense
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
i stood
stir
why so sad my lovely one?
i saw with open eyes
give me
tell me less or tell me more
the saddest of the year
your body's motion is like music
over the river they beckon to me

 



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