FOR THOSE WHOM THE BELLS ARE TOLLING…
The acid rains have come and gone;
Leaving nuclear winters chasing
The purple autumns of our lives;
Dying bones, wrapped in parched skins,
Silhouette the inept horizons
Of the desert’s edge;
Famine, the silent emissary of death,
Carpets the naked altar of life:
Hunger tutoring the sacrificial lambs;
While in the shadows and hues
Of distant dawns, ships...
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