Independence Day

Will you not tell me?

Will you not try?

Will you not smile now

As you say goodbye?



Will you be happy?

Will you now dance?

Will you enjoy now

This new circumstance?



The taste of ashes

Builds in my mouth

And then it travels

A bit further south.



What is the start for one

Is the end for another

Will you just go softly?

You're killing your mother.

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