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My Mother Burned My Father’s Letters From the War
Оглавлениеthe smoke rising
from the burn barrel
smoke
mixed with the smoke
of butter wrappers
and banana peels
the censored words
interstitial meanings
calcined
so that no priestly gathering in
of this incense
will bring them back
for this smoke
ascends to the gods
who know every word
but will not tell me
