The Last Casket
J
James McLain
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It is decayed, for all to see behind murky lead glass.
The sun is old, the plant of youth has faded to grey.
Futures squandered, roads of gold, are left undead.
Gaunt, robust once is night now returned, in dusk.
Extenuation of extinction, again now assured, empty palm.
Treasures in treasure is treasured by whom is-left to be.
Last rocket bus, with children in trust, fall up to the sky, to cry
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