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Poetry

by Sarah Ruden

KING DAVID LEAVES OFF MOURNING FOR HIS SON

I’m dressed. The sky is stone, my path a sea.
I’m going to him, he won’t return to me.
I eat. The shattered waves have calmed the sea.
I’m going to him, he won’t return to me.
I worship, sowing grain across the sea.
I’m going to him, he won’t return to me.

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