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Four Days – And Still No Word
The lights are out and darkness pervades.
No longer the welcoming
Light at porch and window.
No longer the street lamps
Casting their ghostly glare
On all who pass beneath.
No strange garish lights
For the maybugs to circle
In their frenzied flight.
No longer the commercial signs
Dancing and syncopatedly flashing
Their brilliant hues.
On this, the fortieth anniversary
Of those long dark days –
The eighth of May 1985 –
Darkness pervades again
A silent darkness permeating the very soul.
The source of light
These past six years
Seems momentarily to have flickered and died.
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