As For Me
And as for me,
as a war rains
confetti
for street sweepers
to clear from paths,
for who knows
who will get the last laugh
or what this one
or that one feels?
The Church bells peal
beg Felix Mendelssohn
encore, encore, my son,
but I only can see,
phantoms of wedded pairs,
one of them me
and most of them who
are no longer there
hand in hand, vanishing,
heading off-screen
into might have been.
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