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watch for his funeral passing
through the streets beneath
lampposts and lonely oaks
the swallow crashes into
glass. the earth shudders
under its weight. men resign
the beauty of breath for gold
while their machines curl
into the cold wake.
mourning, their hands
fumble with the heavy air,
yellow in their lungs.
through the streets beneath
lampposts and lonely oaks
the swallow crashes into
glass. the earth shudders
under its weight. men resign
the beauty of breath for gold
while their machines curl
into the cold wake.
mourning, their hands
fumble with the heavy air,
yellow in their lungs.
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