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HAMARTTAN
IT CAME PEEPING HOT
PRELUDED WILDLY BY MAD WINDS FROM THE NORTH
WHICH BEAT AROUND THE EARTH,
SINGING THEIR FUNERAL SONG, BRINGING DEATH.
AND CATTLE STIR 'WAKE
FOR PASTURE FADES AWAY, KILLED BY THE QUAKE;
HEAR! WEEPING CHILDREN-
EMPTY BOWLS IN HAND AND ENERGIES DRAINED.
THE WINDS COME AGAIN,
CLOUDS OF DUST SIGHING AWAKE! OH CAIN!
"WHERE ARE GONE THE RAINS?"
I DIMLY HEARD IN BED, FEVERED HOT,IN PAIN.
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