Neda
Shot through the heart
she tightens against the horizon
the desert country swallows its last pebble
lizard begets lizard
she is beyond reproach
beyond help
only her hair
can still bend into the wind
the future has always been an idea
whose time has come
she has pointed the way made it clear
the meek shall not inherit the earth
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