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Within the Starting the Phrase

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the phrase was
 unverbed unruled simply birthed
earlier than hen on the altar or binding
 at hilltop not taken or given in
swindling religion not proof of god whose
 token or regulation was spoken
to frighten the soul oh black gap
 the place as soon as my coronary heart beat

At first the phrase was
 unlettered unfettered delicate
syllables uttered as wind in an intimate
 stroke throughout a desert slope hope
is the unfallen grandly silhouetted at
 ridgetop gentle of the start
world resting within the night time valley undimmed
 by greed and lies —

At first what was solitary
 within the land escaped belongingly
nobody’s a phrase imagined as spoken to self
 from the deep breath or breathe
urgently urged to the new child who
 gained’t cry her ear is just too delicate for this
babel she hears solely candy promised stream
 via the dry wadi —

However as if to start with was we
 knew the tip with final solar
setting so darkness might converse its piece don’t
 think about peace no starshine or moonrise
to impede simply a world crammed to its brim with
 despair particles via all the town
streets demolished above tunnels beneath our bodies
 all over the place and the one phrase was —
 go away —

 

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oh black gap
 the place as soon as my heartbeat was
hope
is the unfallen grandly silhouetted at
 ridgetop
breath or breathe candy promised
 stream via the dry wadi however we
don’t think about peace simply
 despair particles demolished
go away oh black gap
the place
as soon as
was

to start with

 

After

The good lifeless educate the dwelling to not hate.
—Brenda Hillman

The good lifeless returned.
The various lifeless.
The gorgeous boys, all
the gorgeous ladies.

The determined moms, the
surprised fathers, the nonetheless
wide-eyed infants, the candy
toddlers. The bodied

lifeless and people burnt to ash,
they too returned. The lifeless
we counted and the lifeless we couldn’t
rely, we stopped counting as

the numbers rose too excessive.
The lifeless whose deaths broke
our breath into ragged tears
and the lifeless whose deaths left us

unmoved. The lifeless whose names
we knew, whose names we
spoke in our sleep, in our terror
goals, and the lifeless whose names

we by no means knew and now can’t
care to know. The unburied
lifeless, rotting beneath the rubble, and
the lifeless buried in mass graves,

wrapped in plastic, in white sheets.
The lifeless borne by the weeping
crowd, carried on stretchers,
draped in defiant flags, positioned

in but yet another disbelieving
grave. And the grandmothers
lifeless who had deliberate to die
of their beds, the previous males lifeless,

those that had fled as soon as
or twice earlier than, then
planted timber to be themselves
rooted, olive and almond they

faithfully tended, until that morning,
that day, that night time, that week, these
months they grew to become one of many lifeless,
the good lifeless, the numerous

lifeless who now return,
demanding that we cease
talking of their names,
that we cease making

extra lifeless of their bleeding,
their aching and orphaned
names.