Hear the heinous singing: their toes from dust depart
as one with sky their song makes them, despite the Earth—
who in stone and tree remembers
rain, blood in rivers,
what they did to each other
She who saw keeps place, baptized by both: drifts of shadow, drifts of light
She who knows the shape of forgiveness, without corners,
is always round, always sung
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