Parading

The days

Are bright but cold. Our shadow
Are bright but cold. Our shadow
Are bright but cold. Our shadow
Spreads like ash across each road.
Spreads like ash across each road.
How much more will we bury
How much more will we bury
In the earth? How much
In the earth? How much
In this dark where the earth floats? —Tracy K. Smith
In this dark where the earth floats?
—Tracy K. Smith

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