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Harp & Altar
 
from North Vain, Bluff
 translated by Mark Harman and Walter Arndt
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After
After sewing his heart Into his throat
We swathed my son In mosquito netting
And used the Renaults To pull his body out
On the floe as skaters Danced the starlight waltz
Around his corpse until Their blades cut him free
To constellate In the whirl of symptoms
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