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Comments about Lute 510
The old men talk of death,
or God, which is much the same;
the women sew and smile and talk
the children hide and seek
the young men talk of war
or God, which is much the same
at the edge of the desert
the sun turns men to seeds.
nut brown and hard
the water leeched away.
the ancient rivers fill with sand
where once an Eden thrived
and old men talked of God
in much the same way
some said stone and others flesh
the way of water to digress
and empty in the sea
where all these matters coalesce
in a manner much too deep to see, ...