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the fragments come together with a thud
the body's whole again in an eyeblink
vanished are the giant pools of blood
and the implosion causes death to shrink
back into a corner almost with a moan
not daring to come out while the sun shines
the former victim stands up with a groan
and walks out backwards as the hinges whine
we run films backwards hoping the effect
will help us understand the way things are
the reverse movements allow us to dissect
things that would otherwise our senses jar
the story's ancient we know and swiftly told
for nothing is the same to young and old