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Nov 2016
the ears
which savored
Bach and Mozart
Beethoven and Brahms
Handel and Hayden
operatic voices
as angels
lifting up to the
very thone of
God
Wagner
Puccini
Verde
Roccini
and
Bizet
.
.
.

deafening
cr­ashes
of kamikaze
coming down
on ships
all around him
.
.
.

the boom
of his cannons
as they shot
them
.
.
.
down

now dead
hearing only
a shushing sound

the inside of a shell


the eyes
which beheld
The Great Books
loved the work of
Mark Twain
and
read
voraciously

loved art

and saw
The Bomb
being
dropped
on
Enewetak
Atol
.
.
.

now becoming
dull with
diffused
light
.
.
.


body
wizened
and
shaped
like
a

?­

I am
watching
as a brilliant
beautiful
man

SLOWLY

DIES*

pieces
of
me
fall
in­to
the
grave

as

well

.
.
.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 10/11/2016
I love my mom & dad.
I'm going to bed now but I'll be reading
tomorrow morning God willing.

I REALLY DO LOVE YOU.

♡ Cathy
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