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Sky, have mercy on me!
If there be in you a God and to that God a path
and I have not found it—
you pray for me!
I—my heart’s dead and there’s no prayer left in my mouth
and no strength and no hope…
Rise and go to the town of the killings and you’ll come to the yards
and with your eyes and your own hand feel the fence
and on the trees and on the stones and plaster of the walls
the congealed…