The knowing voice long silent
Only a shrill dulness
Rung from our soul
Pounding heard from coffins
New dead still roaming free
Take not arms against your brothers
Bear no malice, his sister, your wife
teach your daughters children,
learn, from the devil yourself
Old dead, whispering a plea
Stop the hand from striking
Time no longer ticks
Space is our shared union
Our fists, useless
jaws of sweet denial
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