I am often asked,
Asked quietly by myself
While the dark trembles
Like the cold expectant thing
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The Nothing hid her silent thoughts
Behind a pair of cheap sunglasses.
She wandered down the empty halls
Looking for fresh flowers
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The wait excruciates.
The wait is life
Between those brief seconds
Of pain and joy,
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The disquieting quiet,
Electronics shut off,
Ambient light in banishment
Under the midnight shy,
...
The graveyard shudders.
Ungrateful dead prepare for
A long dreamless night.
Waiting for their living guests
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There are those who did not fall,
Who now stand, hunched, weighed down,
Whose stoic resistance
To the embrace of Death
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(for Carl Sagan)
There’s a dragon in my garage.
You can’t see him, he is invisible.
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Put away your cupcakes,
Lock up the chocolate chips:
The hostess is in mourning –
Ahoy sank with his ship.
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He did not believe in God, not here,
At least not God as we think of Him:
Sink or swim or dusty clod in motion
Or blood soaked screaming in the barren wood.
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