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You, air-driven, reft from
the tuber-bitten soil that

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was your portion from
the torched-out village,

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the Marxist study group,
the Zionist cell, cafe

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or Cheder, Zaddik or Freudian,
straight or gay, woman or man.

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O you, stripped,
bared, appalled,

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stretched to mere spirit,
yet still physical.

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Your irreplaceable knowledge,
lost at the mud-slick bottom

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of the world.

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How you held fast with
your bone-meal fingers

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to yourselves, each
other, and strangers.

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How you touched,
held up from falling,

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what was already half-cadaver.

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How your life-cry taunted
extinction with its wild,

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crude, so what?

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Grief for you has
rebellion at its heart.

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It cannot simply mourn.

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You, air-driven, reft,
are yet our teachers

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trying to speak to us in
sleep, trying to help us wake.

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