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40 Altar Candles she says four of us joined the same week—the barrio so proud folks draped the bus station in Santeria spangles she says for months my mother wrote that even the councilman asked for me by name and pointed to the house as if he really knew me—Jesus Christos I don’t know what to tell her—that news comes in from half way round the world—where was he when my best friend lost her leg and who will sing for Bianca buried in the burnt-out hulk of a Humvee and if we serve with honor if we last one more day under this damn sand struck sky will the desert stop breathing fire flames cupped in the shell of a house flickering like a thousand altar candles ...

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