Dawn gray in a mourning
wail -- the valley echoes
of procession, headlights
then silence following,
following, following the long
black, motorcycles roar past
motorcade ballet.
Pools, dark-tinted
mascara swirls in torrent,
tear-stained, wretched
moments of hopelessness,
music ebbs, then fades
to the reality, the chill,
as the eyes remain closed.
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