It is time.
The captive audience
Surrounds the stage:
Patient prisoners
Without a cage.
It is time
To go back to the bottom.
Good-bye to autumn
As the cool passing breeze
Sends children of trees
Marked by disease
In a flurry and hurry
To their inevitable ending
Gradually descending
Like lost searchers
Into unknown realms.
Winter’s wrath overwhelms
American Elms.
It is time
For immunity,
Equal opportunity -
And good-bye community.
Shall we go to the river -
Shed our skins with a shiver?
Frozen currents deliver
Us into the universal sleep -
With dreams so deep.
Let the willows weep.
It is time.
The captive audience
Surrounds the stage:
Patient prisoners
Without a cage.
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