friday night


Shall we dance alone on broken earth,
When our partners all have gone?
Is mother’s desperate gamble lost,
She made back in the dawn?

Shall we, our hosts new masters,
Still blindly prune the tree?
Our shadows are the twilight now;
How dark before we see?

DB March 2016

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