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This Timeby Spoon Jackson
I passed a thorn-thick
forevergreen desert bush
and a cottontail rabbit
jumped out. She was spring
So beautiful with a small
white powdered donut tail.
All I ask when this
body dies this time
when the life inside
is suckled into new life
burn it
Don't leave this body imprisoned
in an unconscious earth-killing
land of people.
Bend, break, crush, grind, or beat
Whatever it takes to turn
this body into ashes, dark
indissoluble snowflakes that sail
across the sea. back
to Afrika, Sweden
back to a land rich in lore
and love, laved in forgiveness.
When this body ceases
to live, this time,
set it free.
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