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Night PeopleBiblical sky speckled with flameDo you hold your mother's eyes From wetting the earth? From weeping for those Who reward fame to absolutes of war? Or for heroic myths Provided to children Married into ferocity? They instead witness themselves And the black sand of your body slipped through And the black sand of your body slipped through And the black sand of your body slipped through And the black sand of your body I found myself at your side I found myself at your side I found myself at your side I found myself at your side I found myself at your side I found myself at your side I spied along the concrete canvas A woman, her eyes brimming with vacancy And bear her hugging barbiturates Her head rolled from faint shoulders And skipped three times Each thud sprouting a fountain Of splashing gold |