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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.

— Donald Davidson

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

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

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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