(epanalepsis)


We Dead are amassed in a vortex of Hate:
Enshrined underneath Towers of Light are we dead;
Collected from the Pentagon walls were we dead;
Scorched fields mark more sacrifices by we dead;
Joined by bomb targets in Israel are we dead;
Souls from West Bank reprisals merge with we dead;
Victims of terrorism and revenge are we dead;
We effortlessly make room for more, we dead;
War and strife continue to swell the ranks of we dead.

We are equals who have abandoned intolerance, we dead;
We dead are unfettered by politics and zeal;
We dead are unaffected by crime and morals;
We dead harbor no hatred, emotion, or love;
We dead are not distressed by congestion;
We dead are free from poverty and misery;
We dead accommodate all you consign to us.
We Dead, mutely uncaring, do not even ask “Why?”

That question is for you, the Living, to ponder.

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