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105 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1968
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
My hand is dirty.
I must cut it off.
To wash it is pointless.
nobody wants
To leave, nobody wants to stay behind.
We have no heart or saving grace,
no place to go, no reason to remain.
The graves are ready. The dead
shall inherit the dead.
Nothing will tell you
where you are.
Each moment is a place
you've never been before.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.