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26 SACERDOTES DOMINI The unity of fire was broken. Flames laid down, did not rise. Ash began to cool in the cool night air. Of a previous world Little remained. Stob, brick, galvanized pail, Junk mail burned in sheaves. There stood a heat-buckled Metal barn thwapping in the gusts. By morning, no barn left. Mouse-holes through scorch-grass, Empty. Air made ready for hawk, Empty. I tie leather laces of my boots For the sun bears down upon The black earth without mercy. I wipe ash from my mouth, squint as if I know exactly where I’m going. ...

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