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The Fear Of Burial

Written by: Louise Gluck | Biography
 In the empty field, in the morning,
the body waits to be claimed.
The spirit sits beside it, on a small rock-- nothing comes to give it form again.
Think of the body's loneliness.
At night pacing the sheared field, its shadow buckled tightly around.
Such a long journey.
And already the remote, trembling lights of the village not pausing for it as they scan the rows.
How far away they seem, the wooden doors, the bread and milk laid like weights on the table.



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