132 The Meadow Burning Peter Grandbois Ask me why this body That is everywhere Or why all the river wants Is forgiveness Ask why the scars you can’t see Or why I am a pouring Of trees that fall toward silence Ask why we need Claw back to the wild Like raccoons in the night When even the blind know The sentences that break Like shards are not the song But only a way to remember And words that fall from trembling mouths Are nothing but a false stillness That slips about us like fog When we are the lanterns
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