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31 Mar:
Hannah Franks
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These birch trees could not stop them,
the Reds burn in my eyes yet again,
they are closing now, no escaping,
our dacha folds under in flame.
Thank God, no hieroglyph tell-tale papers:
yet St. Anthony gives me no answer.
This day, no water lifts clean at our pump-head,
Just fire as hard as heavy as lead.
This bath-house soap sliver has melted;
the second class Icon falls from her place;
they’ll find me with you, Dear Fool, waiting:
a scythe’s flick must disclose your cold face.
