it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
I have been a dead man before
And before that; and the world
Which though ever-unfurled
Dies too; and in the old lore
When it began no one knew
But we guess out of the blue
And assume we know, because
- there is no because, but yet
we may somehow lessen debt
And loosen bonds and lift laws?
Such heat wafts and smoke will rise
From he who truly lives, but dies.

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