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Fred Shahrebani
Montreal, Canada
My ancestors
are all dead
they will not
watch over me
with their
generous eyes& the liquid angels
that glistened like saplings
on the taut silver dawn
have all crashed
& I could see
their broken wingsby the harsher light
quivering
slowly
like water
glimmering
with sharp, bright sunsand that timorous dawn that was
dappled with myriad half-concealed
eyes and shadows bent by the hills'
contours and clouds
tugging at the mountain tops
with their red-tipped wings
is efficiently dissembled
by morning's
remorseless light
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