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A death foretold
brother sister they had never met
though they had recognised each other long before
and along the arid street each knew
slowing their pace postponing
I you you me
now there is no difference between us
there are no useful subtleties of speech
yet remotely
an oyster catcher piped
a cuckoo flower nodded
let's sit down a while let's talk
must this be it the point then
when the last drop of water hits the paving
and as time evaporates one last time
sister brother you or I
must spill blood again?
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