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THE BURDEN

By Richard Dean

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No pain in the act, like that old song used to say

Not like this pain – the kind that comes from remembering

Remembering how it was, before.

 

Disbelief that this could happen.

That – working in your home office – you’d trade:

Coffee cup for gun. This new life, for old death.


 
 

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