Burnt Year
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Beating bright and in the eye, the isles of the body they turn
They are shaped by the flood, the onset of a blindness
Leeched, and wearied, unfolding somewhere else
It is gone and the body is stood blind
Back through, a dirge, a remedy and a fever
Borders sketched without song
A child was buried here
Here, my son was buried
And God danced around the coffin
And we danced with your God
And I watched my mothers body, raped by a prophet
I watched my son die
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