A Week of Elegies
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birds fall from the sky
and the children brunch on mortar -
how scrawny words become
we leave the dead behind
and it's the same as staying -
our sanctuary withheld in the horrific
ancient undoings
find modern expression
and so man remains a beast
forever less-than
while we sit
eating scrambled eggs
and watching Fox News
choosing sides
from gleaming glass houses