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		<title>Paladin</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Shrive me, beloved, / for I have exhausted / the bellows of / this particular life.]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="no-indent-no-line-above">Shrive me, beloved,<br />
for I have exhausted<br />
the bellows of<br />
this particular life.<br />
Submerge me<br />
under the witness<br />
of all the murmuring saints.<br />
Once, I emerged unscathed<br />
from a dark river of<br />
drowned enemies, stepped<br />
onto the banks grinning,<br />
dripping in glory;<br />
once, I scythed men in<br />
holy fire without question<br />
or regret.<br />
It was enough to have<br />
a sliver of God inside me—<br />
now I bend under<br />
His gimlet eye, now I<br />
dare not straighten knowing<br />
that what I took for permission<br />
was merely silence.<br />
Once, I raised a gibbet cage<br />
and did not gibber.<br />
Brother,<br />
we are all piteous<br />
until we are not.</p>
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