' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' New Year's Bells(For Onelia)
D Dónall Dempsey
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The year
(too tired to continue)
limps to its
conclusion.
It has its usual crop
of natural & man-made disasters
wars...famines
etc., etc., etc.
the inhuman-ness of being
human
leaving me
like a seashell
in its tsunami
of Time
yet another piece
of human wreckage
mere
flotsam
as the paralysis
grips me tighter
a hard rain falling
on the appeals
of the New Year's
bells.
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