there are grim reapers in the park
their phantom breaths a sick breeze
on the bank of the stormy Danube
murmuring in mutinous trees
people wearing coats
too warm
too bright
buying bread and cigarettes
placing bets
guessing which city
is due to scream today
and then heal
all over again
because
that is the way
- that's always been
our way
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
there are grim reapers in the park
their phantom breaths a sick breeze
on the bank of the stormy Danube
murmuring in mutinous trees
people wearing coats
too warm
too bright
buying bread and cigarettes
placing bets
guessing which city
is due to scream today
and then heal
all over again
because
that is the way
- that's always been
our way
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