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Monday, October 3, 2011

For Puff-Puff

Sometimes all we can do is
Stop, Look, Listen,
At the site of naked pain,
Sometimes it seems so little can be done
Even prayer is stymied
And angels turn away
Cruelty born of cruelty
The tragedy is non-stop—
An eternal curse,
An endless inheritance,
Hell’s very essence applied on earth.

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