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- Poetry > Free VerseBack to this Gravedigger humming. My odes. This rummaging for rummaging's sake. These feet amidst spit and greasy soil And my veins learning that grace can boil. Whistling naked songs and hymns. A kick. And a shot through iron knots and wormy mud. This blood, my prose, welcoming the noses...