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You blunt horses You casper ghosts Your dust jackets Creased sheets cold Auburn wool pockets Carve blossomed boats Simple sandpaper Cottered coats And you became bones And my brothers will burst into baskets of orange fruit My sister will tame all the beasts she holds high My mother will break bricks to weather her windows My father will worry until he goes blind And we all will sleep at the bottom of the river I'll sing sonata, bring the frostbite Bury bones, I'll call Niagara Down the houselights, and stay home Stop your novels, catch a cold Stop your novels, dig your gold