Lent

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2.

                             If I were

to write

a poem, I would dedicate it like this:

For my brother who lived as if he

was Christ

and died

like him,

his mother

also cling-

ing to his

legs des

perate t

o save

my child

f r o

m t

his pain.

3

The last time we met, I wrote you a poem. 

This time, you gave me a poem. Fair enough.  

Justice

is an eye for an eye

line for line

everything reflected back,

the window, the table, the chairs, the bed,  

where you walked in-to 

thinking it was a way out,

of these shadows and silhouettes. 

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