Between the reeds I walked
Spied my shadow cross a path
From earth to marsh twas hard
To go on but I must, dusk had
Begun to settle the heron flew up
I thought maybe my soul could
Rest in escape, the nest
May have to wait, the best
May need to scrape what good
Is left in keeping team intact
For half a decade only to
Throw it all away
On the whims of men who know
Naught what it is to create
Meaning...
I mean in this limited way,
You allowed us
Your Hallowed dust
To pretend and play
That in this one play of our lives
We may have a stake
In how it plays out
So, then,
Out your candles!
Blow out your candles, Laura!
And so goodbye.
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