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Thursday, November 3, 2016

Death is in threes she says

When life is swollen with death and pregnant with hangnails and cancer of the brain 
We fight back 

Raise a glass to lives gone past 
The wrinkled hands and the unresponsive voices that used to pray loud and clear and lead like harvest leads winter

We war on with hospitality and bright hot bread 
Make song 
Move our feet to the rhythm left in the world 
Until the glad day 
When we are all home 
Sweet
Sweet
Home

-finding the thin places 

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