The heroes are dead
And to whom do I turn
robbed of the monarchs
when will my sentence
of estrangement end
She was a cobweb
did the spider create her?
Something too fragile
for soil so brutal
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
In a whisper
I can no longer discern
this collective
mirage from the truth
For MM and JD, MAG and BAG, and other such souls
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