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Obsequies
by Kevyn Clark
we come
in time for willows
washed
in autumn winds
beckoning
come down
these dusty roads
follow
the whispers
to your ancestors' cup
drink
we come
in moody tatters
languishing
lost in love
yearning
for revival
baptism by rivers
surging
blessed be
we are the sweetest waters
flowing
we come
with piper's piping
drummer's
sullen echo rap
marching
in rows
bearing the memory
heavy
of heartbeats
missing here among us
silent
we come
absent of hatred
empty
as the hands
digging
in fields
lay thee down
rest
dream sweet
while we remember you
joyous
we come
in hallelujah chorus
passing
this is done
sing
fill me
with flags flying
brave
this time
will never pass again
forgotten
(for Lot)
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