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Les Demineurs

En France, les demineurs
still search the fields
removing shells,
grenades and bombs
of two World Wars.

Would that we had the same
for affairs of the human heart
to defuse munitions lurking
under a landscape of civility
I’ll forgive but canna’ forget.

A dangerous occupation
more than six hundred have died
removing millions of explosives
and each year farmers die
tilling their fields.

We’ve laid the mines of icy courtesy
to restrict crossing this no-man’s land
yet your smile lights a path
through this treacherous passage
to the warmth of your embrace.

En fin, les demineurs,
ne travailent pas.

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