Collectively,
dire heat and noisome fumes,
bleached off those bloody tiles,
or from what that doesn't matter.
Collectively,
a scheduled try and routine bless,
was an effort that preached waste,
on waste.
Collectively,
that warm tea and sidelined scone,
drew up sleepless afternoons
with a moldy finish.
Collectively,
those nights with Orion and dampered reeds,
laid out a spread for the hungry,
and poisoned the greedy.
you lonely constellation,
their views scarred you.
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