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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.

— 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.

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

The whispering in the marrow spreads to the brain;
The remembering heart carries it round again
Till it beats in the throat, the lips, the weeping eye
And is born at last in a blazing wordless outcry.

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