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Michael Wasson-IV


Wake

 

 

After the drums

  the dance

 

we unweave from

  around the casket

 

A few of us

  stay with you

 

Someone turns off

  the gymnasium lights

 

Nobody sleeps

  Our dark breathing

 

fills the space

  where we watch

 

your body

  pooling shadow.

 

 

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