I came upon poet Joshua Poteet this evening as was quite taken with the following lines (I cannot align them as he had them, which detracts more than I would have thought):

I apologize on behalf of the dead.
They do not mean to hurt us.

They show us a way to be in the world,
then leave us for the deer and salt licks,
the reed-shrouded fog in the marsh.

I knew a dead person once,
and I consider myself lucky....

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