"...it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him." --Twelfth Night
Into forgotten dark as well,
clouds through the tower-canyons boiling
& all who died, unless you knew;
we have more recent body counts
& uptick in traumatic rue.
This quiet street t'ward Christmas-storm will slouch
as larynx by cicala larynx mutes.
What if i yet remember, can avouch
an emblem that gray loss refutes?
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