for George Chambers Someday I'll go to the place of ashes and sit beside the ashes of my mother and father I'll sit in the dark and watch the glow of the coal fire through the tiny mica windows of the salamander-stove then holding my breath I'll carry the chamber pot downstairs to empty it in the courtyard and again I'll sit beside the ashes and try to scoop them in the palm of my hand so they can speak to me and tell me what happened
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