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The florist
says that,
in awhile,
there won't be
enough flowers
moss
and, little later,
( the gravediggger
says )
land as well
left to cover
and dig
all the graves
of the martyrs
of my country. In
any case, i realise,
I will have to bury
my martyrs
in my heart
' when the news came, there was nothing left.
they'd disemboweled a house. here,where
you could stay forever,quietly,on the window
they'd left it hanging precariously on a loose
hinge,all the doors had fallen like besieged
cities after a war, there was no place for the dead'