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this whole town is leaving town

September 29, 2016

this whole town is leaving town
to feed the hungry ghosts;
what have I done for my ancestors
lately?

do they gather,
in bonnets and breeches
hands tough from the soil
the weaving machines
black with revolutionary soot,
of rough learning and survival of infancy

do they gather in sacred places
amongst the dark satanic
tea houses, Red Lions and White Horses

do they sleep peacefully in
consecrated ground, dust under stone,
stone carefully etched with their
vital statistics,
slowly wearing away
into more dust

here they are burned,
ashes to ashes,
and return to remind,
and today the roads are dusty with travel
as the whole town is leaving town
to cross the divide
between now and then,
now and them

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