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Under Glass

> Under glass > > in Italy > > you saw the saint > > a woman > > she was > > shrouded > > you say her feet were withered > > and dry > > and you could almost > > almost > > feel the dust > > Under glass > > in America > > from above > > you watch her > > you watch her laugh > > you cringe > > you did not make her laugh > > you watch her cells divide > > collide > > you watch her > > as she jumps up and off > > and back on again > > Under glass > > she's throwing stones at you. > > When you feel the thud and sting > > the glass will shard. > > Away.

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