Poem

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The Dead
Susan Mitchell
At night the dead come down to the river to drink.

They unburden themselves of their fears,their worries for us.

They take out the old photographs.

They pat the lines in our hands and tell our futures,which are cracked and yellow.

Some dead find their way to our houses.

They go up to the attics.

They read the letters they sent us, insatiablefor signs of their love.

They tell each other stories.

They make so much noisethey wake usas they did when we were children and they stayed up drinking all night in the kitchen.

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