The beauty is taken away!
The breath is blown away!
The bodies are burnt away!
Only,
A gentle breeze unspooled
Over the fury funeral pyre,
Like a heavy wool blanket
Over the tombs of our dreams and hope.
Underneath,
We gasp for oxygen!
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