Men and women arrived at the plateau as day broke
With the slow, silent, careful pace
Of the wheat sowers
And they searched for what was not there
Between the dump and the railway
And they searched for what was not there
Behind the binoculars of the police
And they bent their hands and eyes to the wind
Before leaving

Up to the road and with the night around
They arrived from the plateau
Men and women with the absorbed gaze
Of the wheat sowers
And they left what was not there
At the dump and the railway
And they left what was not there
To the liquid eyes of the police
And they stretched their hands against the wind that carried them away

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