he was born on the brink of a disastrous day
face to face with another just like it but
in the split or opening between the two
he had a kind of warm feeling so
he saw happiness
as a sudden break
in the heart of those identical
doomed barren painful times
when his life was snuffed out
his eyes were soft with subdued anger
or were falling like autumn leaves
in hard transparent sheets
that toured the world
and toured the heart
yet no one breathed a word
to sergeant MacIntire about this
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