A Lament for My Elders

I would have hefted heaven and earth aloft          to keep your hearts thumping in your thorny chests,your world-weary lungs filling like accordions,          your eyes shining with visions pierced by glee.But you performed your leave-taking dutifully—          such are nature’s commandments, its ordained cycles—so, though...

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