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God's Uncle

He must have been God’s Uncle. There could be no other explanation. Shaking his bent hand in anger At the New York sidewalk, a forlorn Shadow of what remained. Alone, in A barren landscape of moving objects He seemed a like a mystic shrouded In a halo without his crown, Descending somewhere from the ancient Temples of Jerusalem still hoping to reach An accommodation with his nephew.

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