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On Discovering My Dead Body

Someone has pulled me from the river
And left me lying face down on the banks

A crowd gathers

They wonder if I am dead
Perhaps I am a drowning victim

That has been saved and is now resting

They roll me over and see that my face
Has been destroyed and only

My eyes remain.

I watch them, listen as they decide my fate
Maybe we should throw her back

Or take her with us.

Maybe we should just leave her.   I turn
And stare at the old man that suggests it.

The crowd is quiet, then slowly they nod

In agreement.  No! my voiceless body cries
But they don't hear me and I feel them

Moving the earth as they walk

Towards each other
Away from me

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