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A Funeral In January

Early darkness; as oil we drip
Through the heart`s engine
In black; lemon-faced we
                     shadow the next,

We hesitate with tears and
stutter over earth; arms linked,
                     distant and cool

To scare a circle of crows
And a falling steeple,music and
words break the shocked ring,
                     then that is all.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 8/30/2014 4:10:00 PM
great write. great read. thank you.
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Leslie Philibert
Date: 11/18/2014 9:30:00 AM
Thanks for the kind words