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A Bonfire on the Feast of Saint John the Baptist
On Midsummer Eve, sunset and moonrise
Soon, please God, when the melancholy clears
We will pile up all of our masks and gowns
Our gloves and caps and scrubs – and all our sorrows
We will pile them up in a summer field
All of our fears, our social distancings
The lines, the signs that told us what to do
No smoking, eh? Well, just stand back and watch –
Fiat lux
On Midsummer Eve, sunset and moonrise
We’ll sing a hymn of remembrance for our lost
On Midsummer Eve, sunset and moonrise
Militant, suffering, and triumphant
1 comment:
Sure hope so Lawrence. Count me in. I love a good bonfire.
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