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a found poem

(source: Beloved by Toni Morrison)

the deeper and more tangled

the jungle grew inside

(this must be written

in red ink)

it spread, touched them every one

made them bloody

so scared were they

of the jungle they had made

a person that wept, sighed, trembled, fell

a breastplate of darkness

straddled by the activity of the dead

a loaf of flesh, sticky and sour

in a hole or kneeling

Look.

What is it?

Me and You.

We got more yesterdays than anybody

We need some kind of tomorrow