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The Dead

Somewhere below the ground the children
have not stopped hungering.
Having no use for their need, we don't think of them.

In the warmer months, they push up dandelion after dandelion.
Roots of trees grow molasses-colored fingers
And wedge the boxes back, firmer into the firmament.

Selected by RM for PoNE | from Number 1, June 2012 >> Table of Contents