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The Oppression

the oppression The town's sewer pipe ends in the middle of a fjord a gray mass slowly dispersing forever into blue water like a sin forgiven after Sunday's mass. When the last sheep was bought into the abattoir it didn't resist as the sheep had already died a thousand times, a bullet from the slaughter- gun a slit throat, its blood into a vessel and stirred blood dumpling on Thursday. Death was turned into a Sunday roast with mint sauce A Palestinian youth, bare-chested, faced the enemy a shot, several shots, he fell into the road-dust and became a sixteen-year-old martyr.

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