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The Second Coming
Periman Phillip
Periman Phillip is a poet from Texas
My friends dropping dead
left, right, all around me
I call their names through
tears so dumb numb shed
the dreaded loss expected
women I loved died
not too many to count
one is enough for grief
I never thought she'd die
without saying good-bye
all those I forgot to love
the girl next door to us
the silent man who taught me
to listen loudly have vanished
into a realm of not knowing
walk with me, I still can move
talk to me, I still can hear
hold me tight, it is still day
I am afraid of the dying of the light
and the second coming of the night
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litterateur 8 january 2021
