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Friday, May 10, 2019

You are listening to loud bells


The corpses get up and follow the journalists.
It’s unfair that while rehearsing
For death they actually succumbed to it.
But no one sobs.
Shirts and dresses billowing as they fall.
Something inhuman in you watched it all.
And whatever it is that watches,
It has kept you from loneliness like a mob.

Norman Dubie.


May 10, 2019 | Permalink


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