Under The Grim - Poem by Robert Farrell
Under the grim mortality's gaze
faithful we file, as guardians bid us,
furious ions of freedom have rid us,
Sophocles' masques, but scripted and staged,
pensively chant Rex eliminativus,
dignity stripped to a bare double helix,
intellect adamant, wisdom belayed.
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