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All Souls' day

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It is a time of wind and rain.
And in the green wood
The voices of the dead
Coagulate and skim
This edge of consciousness.
It is a time of heavy-hearted dread.
It is the day of the dead.
And what have we done
Since the last, lingering death?
Nothing, nada, no.
The wicked still prosper,
And the rich come and go
And the world spins the same
As ever it did before
And the poor are as they were before
Footprints in the snow.
And as this fog surrounds us
And the mist is everywhere
Let these hands of the merely human
Meet in this thin air.

◄ Cavalier

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