<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353530" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Every Death Is Magic from the Enemy to Be Avenged</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?<br>Psalm 22</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When fever burned the last light out of my daughter’s eyes,<br>I swore to find and kill the ones to blame. Men<br>must mount the long boat in the dark with spears.<br>At dawn, where the flowering spicebush hid my scent,<br>I crouched. A young wife, newborn slung across her chest,<br>came first for springwater. She stooped. My god,<br>for vengeance, spoke her secret name inside my ear. Her god<br>stepped back with no scream, his right hand at his mouth,<br>the knuckles clenched between the pointed teeth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Brooks+Haxton">Brooks Haxton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353530" data-title="Every Death Is Magic from the Enemy to Be Avenged de Brooks Haxton" data-description="My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Psalm 22 When fever burned the last light out of my daughter’s eyes, I swore to find and kill the ones to blame. Men must mount the long boat in the dark with spears. At dawn, where the flowering spice..."></div> </div> </div>

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