10.09.2012

Reprise

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
In silence falling, without tongues
Before speech; in a gasp of breath
Entering into light with new lungs
Towards life and towards death
Soaked in tears, another's blood
Washed and yet to be washed full
Of years, face upon face - and thud!
Sight once clear, rendered dull
Blinking, and now comes the cry
But does the mouth receive the sponge
Gall! As birth so he may die
In silence falling, without tongues.

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