The reenactment
showed the citizens
were sitting ducks, done-in
by the pyroclastic flows
In the blink of a cowering
eye, fallout of a drastic
miscue, one of many
ways to go
///
Came lymphing down
the home-stretch,
She put us through paces,
Shaker woodwork
and shape-note singing
or call-and-response
endurance anthems:
Troubleshot with
dyspnea, waived and
wavering in cold, star-
less blue curtains
A ways to go
The Quickening
not yet arrived
"There are [still] many
species of biting flies"
And the night hedges
maybe after every
seeming yes or no
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