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Danniel Schoonebeek

When you dig us back up

and the last fires dying on the western rim

I want one of you

to say in your language

god damn

what a fine set of teeth she had

I want one of you

to snap from my neck

the harmonica I wore from a thread

(if it helps think of me      

a deserter

say I’ve come to remove his dog tags)

Now I want you to hold it above you

against the wind

(I want there to still be wind)

and the one who’s not dancing

when the song

issues forth

I want him to sing

in your language brother remember

god damn this was their song

not ours

I’m singing

this was their wind that fights its way through the teeth