sides of the hole- an excerpt

the people know what the land knows
the wind stops, the wind begins,
time says hush
why repeat? I heard you the first time
what other oaths are wanted now?

I will read ashes for you, if you ask me
goodbye is a loose word, a yellow ribbon
I wonder what they called…?
it’s going to come out all right – do you know?

I cannot tell you now
who knows what I know…?

yes, the dead speak to us:
and this will be all?
why should I be wondering?
what was the name you called me?

who am I?

repeat and repeat till they say what you are saying

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