Take with me a walk
Will you please?
Into the sovereign park
Of tombs and rocks
Wet grass slips
Rain and fog to bloody soil
A Shalom and Amen in my head
As unfed living mourn the dead.
But in this scene,
so moist and quiet,
I mustn't leave
For a silent lecture I've received
That this enslavement is not new
I've seen and heard it
False and true;
For tears and rain
And rocks and trees,
Won't you take this walk with me?
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