Yellow earth
black clouds
a mound of death
flowering itself green.
Is this not
you father
a year later
begging from
a headstone!
Our names
are the same
only our dates
will change
the time
we meet again
Forgive me
i've changed
my religion
a man come
with a lawn
cutter to trim
your beard
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