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she will come home in a
black bag
silent and heavy
wrestled before sunset into the thick drape of
fear of god and man
picking gingerly
through the minefield of tradition
she will come home in a
black bag
cold and pale
shrouded at sunrise in the thick drape of
fear of god and man
lying still
under the trenchant boot of war
copyright 2005
Gretchen
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