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death poem

i had over-prepared the event
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
i have seen the proudest stars
eighty years have passed, and more
i stand in the cold gray weather
my son is dead and i am going blind
could we but know
beneath the warrior's helm
daughters of time
in september

 



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