I’m not dreaming this sense of allegory<\/p>\n
I’m not imagining this sense of melancholy<\/p>\n
dark robed figures swing scimitars<\/p>\n
in grain filled fields of wheat and oats<\/p>\n
death is in the harvest<\/p>\n
bloated bodies line the streets<\/p>\n
no cart, no crier, no relief<\/p>\n
i can’t make up the raging anarchy<\/p>\n
I can’t unsee the sight of destiny<\/p>\n
if this should be when we bid each other adieu<\/p>\n
recollect the times I tried to put my arms around you<\/p>\n
forget the times my temper flew<\/p>\n
in passions flames I will collect your ashes<\/p>\n
but there’s not enough to bury beneath the tree of life<\/p>\n
good bye my darlings<\/p>\n
and good night<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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