The Benevolent


it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
The benevolent, they come and go
And their will to good is uncertain
Who can say what the mind may show
When next we pull the curtain?
Their addled, passionate and wavering hands
The shifting sky, the switching sands
Though many stay on who are yet hurting
By their good will none falls or stands;

We march, all condemned to death
All contingent in our being
At once all body, at once all breath
All blindness and all seeing
The end is the same for all who know
Bones, dry bones and white as snow
And our comfort is always and ever fleeing
But the benevolent? They come and go.

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