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And the world is green
till morning--
lights and signs and
neighbors gather
round the door
to gawk
fight back the tears
as they wheel out
his body
dark red stain
through the covering
sheet
rachet the stretcher
up
up
and slide him into
the ambulance
and off they
roar.
The widow
betimes
sits on the stoop,
face buried in hands;
the kids,
let off school,
cry and sob and
lean on each other,
unendurable
desperation,
and can't begin to
comprehend
such awful agony,
such fearful chaos
tugging
tugging
blue-veined hand
pale trembling
fingers
clasping
grasping
squeezing
burst of white
light
and
thunder.
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