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OSTRlKER 39 Beneath the thick black clouds And thunder, since the rain was clearly Settling in for the rest of the afternoon. ALICIA OSTRIKER THE KILLING The killing will not stop. A scarlet Hail is always behind my eyes. The morning paper, shreds of flesh, Poisons the bread, the salt, the cheese. Husband, I want to fight the good Battle of hip, and breast, and thigh, Where pleasure, spoil of sinew, breeds Outrageous generosity— I want to see our children spring Free as this coarse grass. I suppose The killing will not stop, the killing Will not stop. Only who knows. Who knows. ...

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