Ash clouds float
In scattered slants of light,
Like flies in a frozen breach,
Blankets of black cotton pad the ground
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Gratify not curio nor slant the gaze,
Blot not your sense with stain,
Chin down, eyes forward, stretch the gait,
Of him no thoughts pertain.
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In threadbare shoes we travel wide,
Aching feet on gravel grind
One, then the other, and over again
Until a flat crossing we find.
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The cockerel's crow pierces the dawn
Young sun kisses the sky,
Soft moon, in blurry cloud
She melts,
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With callous stride and steady hoof
Through rock and rubble glide,
By gap and gully your step still sure
With death we don't collide.
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The sidling sun drags dawn
From its slumber night and hugs the sky,
Around it, wraps its light.
Hushed screams in whispered chanter,
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From rich to riches they say, and all,
With lofty smiles and petty patter,
From streets afield they bleat the chorus
Acid tongues, through pinched lips swagger,
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We feel the pain, the anguish of parents
Shielding children,
Many millions,
Who want to play and shout and play and rout
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What things we learn to do and say
To those whose mouths we must allay,
And those whose minds we seek to know
A lifetime's quest seems now to show
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You are the fairy dust in a desert storm,
The flashing beacon among sullen stones,
That guides the lost sailor safely home.
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