We sit while children crawl about happy
Toys are scattered like leaves
Red and orange and brown from my old house at 407
I never saw so many leaves, or so many children
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Do you understand why
The ancient people had so many gods
For air, water, love, warfare, fire, afterlife, storms
For home, hearth, travel, conception, weather
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I was frightened with every step the babies took
It wasn't right, it wasn't fair
It was my mother's old nightmare, not mine
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I am walking through a distant land
The drumbeats of a great fractioned crowd
The incorporation of time and scattered blood
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There was nobody like Gayle Sayers
Nobody who could cut a field like it was a piece of paper
There was nobody like Jim Thorpe who could run all day
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