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The next poem is
called "The Garden."

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It is the entirety of
that chapbook: five poems,

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each with its own title.

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"The Fear of Birth."

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One sound, then the
hiss and whir of houses,

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gliding into their
places, and the wind

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leafs through the
bodies of animals.

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But my body that could not
content itself with health.

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Why should it be sprung back
into the chord of sunlight?

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It will be the same again,
this fear, this inwardness,

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until I am forced into a
field without immunity, even

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to the least shrub that walks
stiffly out of the dirt,

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trailing the twisted
signature of its root,

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even to a tulip, a red claw,
and then the losses, one

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after another, all supportable.