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Josiah James
Poems
Jan 2010
So Little at Last
From caves
we come,
with sweet-smelling vials
fermented from afar.
The witch-doctor wakes
the comatose child
and grants the success
was his alone.
While the vials spill
and stars are handed out meanings
with only an atom of self-worth.
Come to me
from your caves.
Flock across the sky
cawing in riotous turmoil -
And I will know
That you knew
So little at first
and so little at last.
Written by
Josiah James
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