THE ETERNAL QUESTION
She was just a child, really,
A girl of sixteen,
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Like a Siren calling me
Relentlessly to death,
My latent love of alcohol
haunts my every breath.
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Once upon an Earth lit night,
On NASA Moon base two,
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My parents passed away last spring. Two weeks apart, it was hard to bear.
She was a cellist, he played violin. Their instruments were old and rare.
Growing up, I'd hear them practice. For practice is the only way
to make effort appear effortless in the first chairs on concert day.
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</>In the hills above Strabane
in a little churchyard there
stands a Celtic cross of stone
That marks my father's parents' grave.
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It seemed an inauspicious birth,
another mouth to feed on earth.
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"Shots Fired." "Officer Down"
The Navy Yard is a killing ground.
High above the Atrium floor,
The first person shooter
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When I was young,
and bedtime loomed,
my Father used to read to me;
stories from a wondrous book.
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He sits with a stoic's resistance,
his son in the casket lies there.
No line of a tear mars his visage-
the man with the Thousand yard stare.
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The Dressmaker
Her fingers are good, she can sew, she can thread.
She has time on her hands, now that her husband is dead.
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