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  GRAEME KENNA
   
     
Following the Cranes
 
(i) Fukien Province July 2002
My parents bent their backs
So that I should not have to wade in the mud.
I see the cranes fly Westward
Across the rising sun.
Soon I shall soon join them
And walk upright without burden.
 
(ii) Morecombe Bay 5/02/04
I bend my back,
Heave my burden through the thickening mud.
The water rises. I can no longer see the setting sun.
I crane my neck to the East
But when the birds come for me
It will be too late.



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