When revealed and then reviled,
You could almost hear her
Think.
She, concealed and so beguiled,
To make things clear had
Blinked.
Watching planetary motion,
Groups of scholars smirk and
Cough.
While the sedentary ocean
Lurches, jerks, and switches
Off.
A mother crying 'Guilty! '
Has as loud a voice as
I.
But another, dying, will be
Without the choice to
Cry.
See us now- a dying Bacchus,
Deaf to what things loom and
Scare.
The stars would, sighing, mock us-
Had they any room to
Care.
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