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the small land
where all the bones
lie has a wall of stone and concrete

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if I stand on the north side
I can see little roads among
graves and rooftops of small chapels -far away

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south the sea enclosed
in its gulf a whole cloud of tiny flies

in front of the eyes to disturb my view

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to remind me of inevitable decay
behind me the sky clouds are sparse
light and filled with sunset hues

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and the town wall -the town of
the living – I make sure to say
has a big boulder fallen off

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with several small stones
on the street where cars drive

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the church has scaffolding
except in the front

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