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For you sang out aloud
Arching the silent wood
To stretch itself, tiptoe
Above the crowd...
    
    You hold the word 
    Unspoken. 
      
        
You breathe. You be.
Bare, stripped light
Tlme's fragment flagged
Against the dark.
You dance. Explode 
Unchallenged through the door
As bullets burst
Long deaths ago, your breast.
And song outsoars
The bomber's range 
Serene with wind-
Manoeuvered cloud.
Light flight and word---
The unassailed, the token!
 Dorothy Livesay