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Ode to Humanity

Here, among the timid blooms of spring
Among the misty dew—
A day of days
dropped gleefully from the heavens
clamoring “Hark!”
Lies untouched. By You.
Surrounded—strangled—by 
Fake
News.
A mass of faces.
Obscured. Veiled. 
The words rise
from a stinking heap. A leaking sore.
Apocalypse Now!
The horror! The horror!
Only you
Can rip away
A life.
A friend.
Mom Dad Nana Papa Auntie Uncle Bestie Baby
STOP
But, only you
remind us
to love
to connect
to pray to speak to reach to try to yearn
To Be.
--Emily