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The Truth The Dead Know
For my mother, born March 1902, died March 1959
and my father, born February 1900, died June 1959
Gone, I say and walk from church,
refusing the stiff procession to the grave,
letting the dead ride alone in the hearse.
It is June.
I am tired of being brave.
We drive to the Cape.
myself where the sun gutters from the sky,
where the sea swings in like an iron gate
and we touch.
In another country people die.
My darling, the wind falls in like stones
from the whitehearted water and when we touch
we enter touch entirely.
No one's alone.
Men kill for this, or for as much.
And what of the dead? They lie without shoes
in their stone boats.
They are more like stone
than the sea would be if it stopped.
to be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.
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