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In the village in the village in the village

Life repeats itself.

There is sunlight; there is darkness. The dark

repeats itself, the light repeats itself;

planting repeats itself, harvest repeats itself. 

Yet life is never dull. 

It pats the drum-hide of the night and is satisfied. 

It listens for footfalls when the dogs bark

in the village in the village in the village

 

In the village in the village in the village

life repeats itself, life undoes itself

and then does itself up in the same guise. 

We are careful not to fail to repeat

the same salutations, the same farewells

our parents and our parents' parents use.

They are wise; we are small and the day long.

Death comes but once but when it comes to life

no one would be unwilling to repeat

in the village in the village in the village

 

Andrew Oerke