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My father is dead.
I who am look at him
who is not, as once he
went looking for me
in the woman who was.There are pictures
of the two of them, no
need of a third, hand
in hand, hearts willing
to be one but not three.What does it mean
life?  I am here I am
there.  Look!  Suddenly
the young tool in their hands
for hurting one another.And the camera says:
Smile; there is no wound
time gives that is not bandaged
by time.  And so they do the
three of them at me who weep.