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Leo Yankevich
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"The death of a man is like the fall of a mighty nation..."
—Czesław Miłosz
He lies beneath a stone
that weighs more than a ton,
his skull and skeleton
like ruins left alone
for twenty hundred springs,
the ruins of a temple
in which a once great people
no longer prays or sings,
their destinies and wills
vanished with each god,
their pantheon forgot
when lowered with the hills.
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