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The first snow of the season falls on the green in front of the Cathedral
I tilt my head back and watch white flakes fall like drifting stars on a grey canopy Mouth open, tongue out, soft white crystals melt At least they leave this world in a moment of joy Magically, a herd of wild Santas crosses the street They use the Zebra crossing Looking for fresh pinting grounds to grow their rotund bellies I put my arm around my wife’s shoulder and hold her tight against me for comfort in these winter days My son sleeps soundly As soundless as the falling snow
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Only one was left standing
On the stage The rest lay Strewn about Dissembled Dismembered This is war don’t you know Bad men need to watch Profits grow The children were sent off Block the doors They disappeared behind the curtain Their fate Uncertain This is war don’t you know Broken into parts We play Key pieces watch pawns removed Behind the curtain Their time comes unexpected Overconfident in their ability to move Only one was left standing And she was still |
Douglas Karson
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