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REMNANTWATER Here in the thrust-green Grass-wind and thin surface now nearly Again and again for the instant Each other hair-lined backwater barely there and it Utterly: this that was deep flashingTiny grid-like waves wire-touched waterNo more, and comes what is left Ofthe gone depths duly arriving Into the weeds belly-up: one carp now knowing grass And also thorn-shucks and seeds Can outstay him: next to the slain lake the inlet Trembles seine-pressure in something ofthe last Rippling grass in the slow-burning Slow-browning dance learned from green; A hundred acres ofcanceled water come down To death-mud shaking Its one pool stomach-pool holding the dead one diving up Busting his gut in weeds in scum-gruel glowing with belly-white Unhooked around him all grass in a bristling sail taking off backblowing . Here in the dry hood I am watching Alone, in my tribal sweat my people gone my fish rolling Beneath me and I die Waiting will wait out The blank judgment given only In ruination's suck-holing acre wait and make the sound surrounding NO Laugh primally: be Like an open-gut flash an open underwater eye with the thumb pressure to brain the winter-wool head of me, Spinning my guts with my fish in the old place, Suffering its consequences, dying, Living up to it. The Strength ofFields 153 ...

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