Poets
Can you feel
The earth moving
To the rhythm of
Each child's
Heartbeat?
Can you hear
The poets cry
to no beat no
rhythm?
They weep for
their lives
Confused with
The dead
Can you feel
The earth moving?
Neither can they.
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