Parading

The angel’s going to raise his arms and sing that time is no more

sea of them is gone—
nor tears: that numbered
nor tears: that numbered
sea of them is gone—
sea of them is gone—
now there is a new sea, a new earth, a new sky—
now there is a new sea, a new earth, a new sky—
and I will know what to say at the end: What end? —Franz Wright
and I will know what to say at the end: What end?
—Franz Wright

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