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A Communion of Bones 
In 1994 a hurricane turned inland and parked over Georgia. Days of 
heavy rains led to widespread flooding, severe enough to float long-buried
coffins out of their graves. 
Jesus never broke his bones- 
   so the legend holds. 
Together till the end, his bones, 
   those holy, holy bones. 
Jesus walked away from death 
   on weight-bearing bones- 
The weight of the world upon his head, 
   on holy, heavy bones. 
 I'll have a bushel of bones today, 
   I'll have a bonemeal meal. 
 Doctors and preachers and old treaty rights, 
   bones float away in a flood 
 In the night-they flee their earth-freed 
   coffins and rejoin the waters, 
 Back in the flow, out in the world, 
   bones once again on the move. 
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