ALL COME TUMBLING DOWN
Coxackie and all those other small towns groaning
from just before the volcano blew : soft topped
mountains smothering old people in death and fury.
Hudson hesitation, concrete boats from WWII,
log-cabin ruins and a castle on the hilltop
left without a keep. I noticed bibles floating
through the air. I did nothing about anything,
and knew not what to do, if anything could
be done. The jovial fat guy played classical
music at the restaurant bar. No one laughed,
as I noticed they had already all passed on.
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