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DarfurRon Bailey
my brother
i carry you
hold your limpdoll frame on my shoulder
your bare skin on mine
wrinkled and cool
heaped outside the hospital
in stained sheets
how can i eat this rice
corn and worm supper
you cannot share
or even refuse
i will set you next to me beneath
sprawling trees on these plains
in the shade of lion prides
near buffalo tracks
i will offer us both up together
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