Horns Howl At Me
 
As every sun falls and rises
The ghosts of time
Agree: yes!
At every step you marched
Like a limitless queen in radiance
As the mud-eating subjects begged God:
WE ARE ALIVE AND WE ARE DYING, TOO
So, in some way that sums it up:
The graves are indifferent
And quite patient
No hurry
Ever
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