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55 THE DREAM I tried to move, But I could make no motion; I tried to scream, But all my screams were gone; I tried to see, But fog was lapped around me— I lay upon my face, yet saw my spine, And every bone there seemed to shine— My country’s bones? Or were they mine? Each vertebra a coin of gold Set deeply in my flesh and skin — Set deeply there and hammered in Until because of gold—its love— I could not move— I tried to move— ...

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