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Above a shearer’s feast ten thousand goose-feathered arrows through the wind-
holes launched the quinqueremes
think of the sound that filled the air above the oarsmen
of all that’s left of the stateless king
roped to a post at the beachhead his eyelids cut from his eyes
his tears a violet iodine.
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But I do miss the hymns, / the small, hard apples with their dimpled skin. I do miss / things.
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Protests in China are shining a light not only on the country’s draconian population management but restrictions on workers everywhere.