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to me as if it were
not a shirt
but a thing immaculate,
or in flames, or—
with a single sword
positioned through it—
a sacred heart.
Handling it
like a woman shown
shadow-like,
migrants work the fields’
abundance,
drift—like wind,
like war—to the next
farm, the next,
being brutal
than for being true—can at first
stop everything except
an instinct
to get more close, take it:
gift, ransom—How turn away? How