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In the Tenth Year of War Lawrence Joseph I bend over the machine. Heat and oil tune my inner ear. I'm not ashamed, I hang my head in anticipation. Father, steel smooth and silver, make my brain new, Jesus, the dirt on the walls is coming from my body, and love, the spirit coming from your body— everywhere you look now, everything you touch, it's good. When, in the tenth year of war I prayed for help and no one came, I danced before the machine. Reprinted from Shouting at No One, by Lawrence Joseph (Pittsburgh: University of Pittsburgh Press, 1983), 47. 101 ...

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