deaths and the death of a ruling class
the quince of tears in this blue range
are falling one after one as one
the tributaries are there as one
becomes another and another death
drips to coalesce into a stream
that condolences cannot stem that
cannot dam the flow that now
is as irate as a cataract
flowing into a lake of such a pressure
that something has to give
and although they will not say what
will give we say
watch it burst forth in a torrent
that will sweep them all away
and as the delta silts
so will a new day dawn
truly as truly it will
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