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how much to bury
my country?
to bury my child
unborn aborted
by Wall Street doctors
without licences
without rules
but to kill everything
that makes a life
makes a country?

how much
how much more?

the candidates say
they know
it's all gone sour
the newspaper says
vultures circle
above fall colors
waiting for winter kills

how much more?

the electricity
turned off today
tomorrow the phone
my dead child
out in the trash heap
feeding the homeless

I believed things
couldn't get worse
I believed in a God
who gave me his word
and I believed people
had goodness enough
to stop at the edge of horror

now we have all taken
the leap
how much to bury us all?

I saved my child
from paying the bill
for death
the heat just went off
I saved myself
some final words
though we've gone
beyond words

help us we say
why won't you help us?
why won't you stop
and turn back on
some light
some goodness?

my child
my country
how much more?



Peter Buknatski
Montpelier, Vt.

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Peter Buknatski


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