I have to confess,
that when I heard these words,
I also seemed to hear,
the sound of a thousand rusty shovels,
digging, digging, digging,
tired bodies moving,
working hastily,
aiming to cover up,
the still living body of something unspeakable,
to cover it up,
while it was still alive.
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