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One Who Came Back

I am fascinated by this poem by David Young.

One Who Came Back I can't be sure why we should want you among us you with your bruised clothes your fingers thickened by pity terror's night watchman, mopping blood where the books lie stitched with quiet who stood in the grass near the graves striking the match of darkness but I know we seem to need you the way we do bread or warmth so I'm out here in the moonlight pounding nails in your footprints as if that could make you stay.
from Field of Light and Shadow
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