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BEFORE . . .
I know that you, tomorrow, after laying me down,
Will put your rose wreaths on my grave.

What do you think now,
              Before you embroil me in death
              And yourself in grief,
What do you think now
Of bestowing on me and yourself the ring’s corruption,
And of sending some of the timeworn roses, wilting in your urn,
To my wedding feast?

Poet's Note: Read by Asad Jaber at the Poetry International Festival, Rotterdam, June 2011