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Back then to see dark clouds of smoke
rising above the housetops meant that God, in his wisdom and mercy,
was still on our side.
The only connection I felt to the mills
was to the children of a generation of flayed men
on unemployment, the storefronts boarded…
Every man who works with his hands
Has seen that look. Maybe we showed up
To patch the roof, service the furnace,
Or unclog the sewer…
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