Song of Sparrows and Sage


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Who is this coming up from the desert like a column of smoke,
perfumed with sage and incense made from all the spices of the Earth?
Subtle as a knife, the scorching heat,
and the blood of my ancestors poured into the rich, red dirt
A song of sparrows.
Place of my birth. Oh, the motherlands.
And all my sins remembered

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