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You watched me dance,
the way you once watched a girl
on National Geographic
turning and leaping and reeling
and falling falling falling to the ground to see
the line of soldiers march out of
her burning village
she danced the wind and the sun
her forever sleeping family

you watched the soldiers, toting guns
like golf clubs
"That," you said, "is power."

21 April 2001