Truth

But that is what all our truth is.
Truth is rice eating yearly crows

That understand only Sanskrit,
That is the tongue of the dead.

We build bridges with the dead
The way a bodiless truth works .

Truth is learning our colleagues
No more eat rice off the plates.

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