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This poem is taken from PN Review 20, Volume 7 Number 6, July - August 1981.

Three Poems Ernest Sandeen

As I emerge clean
from confession I hear the crowd
shouting: We refuse to stink
with the flesh of twice-dead
Lazarus sticking to our bones
unable to resurrect.

My retreat is sleep.
When I arouse, mother and father
have long been dead,
and all I have is this
garment without seam
wadded into my fist.

Gardening Through The Ages

    I.
A sudden whiff of the spoiled fish
which you forgot to bury
in your garden warns you of
the body you are or own.

Yesterday when sickling
last year's weeds around
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