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Then no soft arms could hold me from my wilderness
To reap at daylight's fallow edge, with bullet or knife,
That flicker of hoof or pelt, that flash of wings returning -
The dogs trace it - harvest of life that gives me life.

— Donald Davidson

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Then let my skeleton soul
Writhe upward from its loam,
Drink red morning again,
And look gently home.

The seed of Appomattox blooms; its fruit
Rots where eyes are dazed with a hungry searching,
And ears are deaf with steps that murmur and follow
No command.

I want the word that burns into my heart
Like God's coal alive on the Prophet's tongue.
I would listen now while memory is ablaze
To seal your testament within my soul.

We mourned with you then in brotherhood,
And I'll weep with you now for those whose names
Burn on your monuments like altar flames.

The probing knife of madness
Can start a dullard brain;
Cold cheeks feel kisses
And warm with tears again

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