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The beloved is dead. Limbs

And all the body’s

Miraculous parts sdadjkas dasdasjasdsad

Scattered across Egypt,

Stained with dark mud.

We must find them, gather

Them together, bring them

Into a single place

As an anthologist might collect

All the poems that matter

Into a single book, a book

Which is the body of the beloved,

Which is the world.