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death poem

there is no flock, however watched and tended
as it
we break the glass whose sacred wine
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
sun stepped down from his golden throne
the light withdrawn
from our hidden places
with her hair flaying wildly
friend, whose smile has come to be
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room

 



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