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8 Don Mattera Fall Many things fall in a slum For it is a place of falling . . . Even the people’s anguished cries Rise to fall against deaf skies A woman falls in the shadows And is possessed The money will feed a hungry child A man falls by his brother’s hand His blood forms a crimson necklace On the semi-tarred road A dog falls To lick the township’s wounds Was Lazarus not better off? ...

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