They Sang for the End
They sang for the end of days—
there was, at least,
some heroism in that.
All a dream. The end never came.
Day after day, slowly,
as a pall of poverty grew,
hardly noticed, the poets
tried out the latest
styles from the capital,
and children
their first lipstick.
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