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In the heart of his being he did not belong
and the sounds which he made

were neither poetry nor song
Examining Bodies










The spring evening is cool and peaceful
Beneath a canopy of cherry blossom
a group of artists are relaxing

One plays a guitar
the others talk quietly
each asserting a fragile independence

Drunk and inquisitive
a stranger stops to stare
He desires to share in their sharing


Uninvited, he sits down
He offers to buy them a drink
He proffers a handful of banknotes

Politely rejected, he becomes abusive
Don't preach to me!   he snarls
You're not men!

I could put you through that window!
I've seen piles of bodies!
I've been a mercenary!


But as he cast his wild eyes down
he saw a dead thing on the ground
and from out its eyes down to its chin


the worms crawled out, the worms crawled in
Then to the group his silence said
Shall I be so when I am dead?


You will indeed

Their silent voices said
You will be so when you are dead













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