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if my land cried out against me, indicting me with the tears that ran down its furrows man-made on the face of the earth - if I plucked the riches, its fruit, filling my mouth and gave back nothing / not even a thought expanding in gratitude / if I have planted any cause for anger in the mind of its tillers / if one migrant worked cried out / then instead of wheat let my hand reap / thorns

a love as strong as death

This re-working of Job cracks me in the jaw every time