Death 2
B
Barry Middleton
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the dead are stirring in their graves
their dreams were never realized
spring gives up a violet bloom
and yet our hopes are paralyzed
and on the hill the wildcat prowls
its tender prey has wandered far
somewhere another mother weeps
her son consumed by endless war
the veil of death is like a fog
the angels weep and demons roar
where toxic clouds pollute the air
before the funeral parlor door
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