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Oh Dear

The helpless slipping away
innocent loyalties and loves:
eroding, losing, and being taken from
my grasp.

I think of myself and then of the sorrows of others.
A primal sob assuages
the passing
of the best I know
so many faces in the face of things:
Otto Frank reading the diary of his daughter,
Ann,
Gustav Mahler composing the Kindertoten Lieder.

My visage masks the keening;
The beard is trimmed
the hair is brushed to show a bit of dash.

Diego Santiago

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