after
you died
grief held me
down
twelve days
suffering
after past years
of war
we're still
all suffering now
yet somehow
there are
politics
religious
views
the sacred
red cow
bowing down
wearing
the master's shoes
expecting
death
to knock
to be
an end time
muse
but when
the night
comes
blinding
the world
unearthing
our deepest
fears
a sunny day
seems
of little use
so many memories
so much love
I remember
so many tears
I bow down
to you

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