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Second Goshen

They’re really going

to kill us all It bears repeating

inferences trickling

in little by little like aphids

I would have to have known history

not been so close to it

I couldn’t make sense of it

where unmatched scrubs

lie draped across the barracks

bunks like forest markers

fate meanwhile continuing

its innocuous silence

They can murder us each

only once It bears repeating

so many believing till the last

moment we’d be spared

Praise God O

Praise God you can hear

spoken again and again

from the hedges and viburnum