Clean
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Herbert Nehrlich
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So, here I stand,
my God,
unclean before you,
ready to
enter the purgatory
of my own shower.
All waters, hot
have vanished,
though apparently
did purify
five flesh and blood,
who got there,
in succession,
and first.
Now shivering under
the cruel challenge
of temperature, so inhumane,
I ask you, my Creator,
Sire, will this DO?
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