Songs



Listen to the songs they sing.
One of them is for you -
the one they will sing at your funeral,
creature of dust -
you whose work will be forgotten,
you who will be mocked by your children,
you with the secret liasons of the soul
that crease your face.




			Brandywine
			3/25/99
			

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