THE DAY AFTER SILENCE
We have nothing and are in arrears.
The sky nonetheless is calling, and that
we'd like to have. Is there perhaps a way?
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The lone voice of some man is sounding,
and I hear the distant approach of his words
I do not recognize. Men have died for less.
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For privilege and the rain-swept street.
For snow, falling into banklets headed
with wind-blown swirls. For everything
at once; for all and nothing at all.
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