Burial
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Laurence Overmire
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Digging for the first line
Can't seem to find it
In the mud and sludge of a
Deserted field
All presence of mind resisted
In blocked artery
Shovelfuls of thought turning over
The misplaced sod
Pieces of earth that don't cohere
Till bent in frustration
The knee goes down
The hand lets go
The sweat commingles with rain…
~ Laurence Overmire
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