.The soil here is hard in summer>so I buried my father in a tomb of rocks,
a plot behind St. Catherineâs church
to lay rest the gilded dreams of pitiable men.
With gold found to the North,
Quartzburg drove out its whores,
its foreigners and roughnecks.
They settled this cam.
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