A fragment of a poem

I am reading Greek Lyric Poetry, translated by Sherod Santos, and so will attempt a poetic fragment.


Donate your gently-used coats to the dead.
They are so cold they burn
raised stripes across their arms and head,
the newest stripes are red,
by sleeping against heaters. They don't learn

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