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Not everything dead is buried in that place

of rapid shadows. They're all in place, some head-

to-tail or arse-up, some cheek-by-jowl or face

to face (whether or not they were married), some in place

of others who say there's nothing to be said

and turn the earth at night and know their place.

The markers are blank, since everything's taken as read

in a place like that. Not everything buried is dead.


David Harsent

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translated from the Polish written by
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