Lullaby to Menage
at the foot of a mountain
on the outskirts of heaven
an excavation
unearths remnants of bliss
empty coffers
in pools of plasma
failed to open or close
our hearts at this
poignant juncture
three little angels
huddle by the fire
their wings refuse
to give flight
as the piper's fife
serenades us all
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