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WAR

Lyn Lifshin


at a morgue
in the cold city
a man works
all day
washing bodies
trying to piece
together the
dead. Hands,
arms and legs
litter the bath
room. “We
don’t know what
belong to
who,” he says
grimly. “Over
the war, he’s
driven his
hearse at least
2000 times

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