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Oct 2018
its the flat land
then the heave
and the haul-

breath filling chests

then the dead washed ashore.

The dead love to dance
drink and feast

while the Earth, dear Mother
of mothers waits and cries
for her bairns

and her children pretend
to themselves

their graceful talk
will save them from death

and somehow death
will be no more.
Written by
nivek
106
     --- and Crow
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