Alas the fatherland calls our names,

but slowly

like molasses down your favorite shoe

which you stuffed with zucchini muffins

and walked several miles in

before realizing that the rain was coming like fearful pets that were let loose from their leashes in the backyards of animal abusers

and death waits quietly at your door raging in silent gesticulation.

Smiling all the while

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