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What Instruments We Have

4/14/2016

 
¡Ay, qué terribles cinco de la manaña!
¡Eran las cinco en todos los relojes!


The call that I awaited came
    To bring the news expected,
That burns no more the living flame
    Which your good life protected.

At five o'clock this morning, life
    Departed, I was told,
The ordeal ended, trauma rife
    In its compartment rolled.

Yet, even though the spark has ceased
    The shadows keep on looming,
Your influence, which, like a feast
    We heirs may keep consuming.

What you bequeath, was not a thing
    Of monetary title,
As attachéd attorneys bring
    Last testament's recital:

What keepsakes be assignable
    We few partition up,
The paltry dregs of life lived well— 
    To life we raise our cup.

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