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Poem

I 
am 
the 
voice 
in 
the 
early 
twilight 
calling.I 
am 
the 
voice 
that 
cried 
in 
the 
dusk. 
Am 
the 
limbs 
shaking 
and 
the 
lungs 
convulsing. 
I 
own 
the 
tongue 
that 
cracked,the 
lips 
that 
parched 
and 
the 
running 
nose 
behind 
the 
dank 
blanket.........................................................  
I 
am 
the 
voice 
among 
equals 
whinning 
among 
few 
unequals. 
My 
spine 
bears 
the 
many 
whose 
rags 
twist 
my 
neck 
and 
I 
bend 
her 
back 
and 
our 
fate 
coil 
side 
by 
side 
in 
one. 
In 
one 
our 
spalour 
binds 
us;mine 
a 
dirty 
stool 
a 
swollen 
limb 
and 
they 
said 
PEM 
too.She 
has 
the 
heart 
beat 
bleeding 
hot 
blood,the 
callused 
soles 
cracking 
and 
they 
sterile 
nodule 
pleading 
in 
vain 
servility 
behind 
the 
black 
blanket.........................................................   
I 
am 
the 
voice 
now 
mewling 
in 
the 
crust 
of 
the 
night 
and 
scorching 
by 
the 
day. 
I 
lay 
panthing 
and 
waisting 
from 
a 
redeemable 
curse. 
Am 
the 
limbs 
cippled 
and 
the 
lungs 
sneefing. 
Am 
not 
the 
fist 
clenching 
the 
playcard...eyeing 
the 
lence,but 
behind 
the 
mesh 
wriggling 
and 
certainly 
deing. 
Am 
not 
Abiku's 
emissary,but 
I 
die 
with 
the 
corn 
starch 
dripping 
from 
my 
lips 
and 
I 
pass 
the 
stool 
to 
anothe 
whose 
fate 
as 
mine 
lay 
in 
percent,whose 
memoria 
is 
their 
number 
and 
not 
their 
name. 
Now 
they 
chant 
the 
elegy 
over 
tomorrows 
cremains 
and 
my 
voice 
falls 
into 
a 
diminuendo 
and 
shall 
never 
rise 
again,but 
my 
bones 
continues 
to 
whisper 
behind 
the 
earth 
in 
sotto 
voce.

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