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The Soldier Simply Disappears
there is nothing enigmatic
about a great love
its source is the same dark
trickle as all mighty rivers
the murmur under the city
we all left our parents for
birdsong follows it down
delicate at first, and solitary
the way damp sheets whisper
as though we were not there
a shrill thing by its end
the diamond shoals
the air thick with tears
and the salt kisses of the drowned
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