Knife-Thirst
Time is a rusted blade
Ripping when it cuts
Bone, and fat and guts.
Life is a tragic clown’s charade
Time’s nicked knife will slash;
Props, and back-drops, crash.
Only proud puppets never fade:
Sawdust hearts survive,
Deathless, unalive.
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