POETRY & PROSE

POEM| What do we do?

One of the greats is dead

A restless siesta and the faint taste of lead

Let’s weep ensuite for another man we never knew

Obstinate questions for every candle we ever blew

We hope to seize headlines too

What do we do?

What do we do?

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