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This Time

by 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.