Sleep Now
Sleep now,
Your blood moving in the quiet wind;
No longer afraid of the rabbits
Hurrying through the tall grass
Or faces laughing on the beach
And among the cold trees
Sleep now,
Alone in the sleeves of grief,
Listening to clothes falling
And to your flesh touching God;
To the chatter and backslapping
Of Christ meeting heroes of war.
Sleep now,
Your words have passed
The light shining from the East
And the sound of the flack
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