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And asks where youve been, whats wrong with you that you cant remember
Then you remember that its not that you dont remember
Its the language that is different, youve got the facts you recall it all
so clearly
Each of the stories and their inevitability and their dingbat filigree
If you could only speak the language of your children what you could tell
them
The sun so bright and brilliant it must be midnight, and why doesnt the snow
melt
Swirling all around the land heaving up like lava, exploding the eye of the
sun
The eternal noon of Hiroshima on this day when the body you always return to
isnt there
The expectant look on the face of your child carrying your suitcase
The body home disappeared, dematerialized like the invisible line that
divides the world
Day from night, east from west and the ash that drifts like snow
Listen how the word silence breaks silence
Listen. Listen close.
Bob Holman