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over 50 years after
as it was when I was 13
standing in front of a cemetery
seeing it was getting dark
straddling my bicycle, ready to leave
when a man on a motorcycle
hit from behind
flew through the air
and landed looking up at me
and I saw him alive in his eyes
and then there was
just his body left
and after I watched it carried away
I wondered where the rest of him went
the part that had looked through his eyes at me
but all I could see
was myself riding home
looking down at my feet
miles beneath
where I left my body behind—