When Things Mattered

The sacred lilies sing,
like police sirens.
Holding back the night
with a monotonous wail.

Oh hail the wood.
Oh rain and stone.
Grey gravel and bone
and pregnant sky.

One of these days,
like a song from
when things mattered.
I will be through with you.


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