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Temporary Dirge

Again it descends
That sepia pall
Which bears my name
And steals the grit so hard won

Prepare yourself
Batten down - disappear
greet the dullard who will
sear the home front
Who will fear a strange smile

Embrace the acrid smoke
The orchestra's penultimate
crescendo in grays and
blacks and whites
The whites of it's eyes

For it has you now
but not forever

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 “I am a 54 year old visual artist. I am not a poet but I am interested in expressing myself in different ways.”