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Remembering San Zcno After the end, they'll bring you To someplace like this, columns of light propped through a westfacing door, People standing about, echo of shoe-taps, The gloom, like a grease-soaked rag, like a slipped skin Left in a corner, puddled In back of the votive stick stands, matter of-factly— Under the lisp and cold glow of the fiamcs Everything stares and moves closer, faces and blank hands, October the 1st, 1975. The banked candles the color of fresh bone, Smoke rising from chimneys beyond the beyond, Nightfires, your next address . . . 135 ...

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