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i know the dead dance
by Marina Dawn
i know the dead dance
in their dead shoes heavy
as boxes, the dead
in their earth-
sleep casting small
holes in the heat, create
the hard
sound of solemnity
forcing us to din
our dim voices down
the fat, red well.
the dead try but do not
understand us, love
touches their feet
to the grey earth
& our hands to hands.
what truth, at last, to find
our selves alone;
a strange light to fill
strange light.12/29/2002 Posted on 12/30/2002
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