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I come across death at every turn:
Two squirrels today, and four birds.
It's been raining a lot--is that the cause?
Friends say their friends are biting dust
Left, right, and center;
Does the rain affect them as well?
No, it's the clunk and clank of time
Like an old-fashioned Buco wall clock,
The steady, steady, incremental descent
Of the weight with no one around to re-raise it;
It's the measured drip of potential
That drives the wand around the dial,
Endlessly circling,
Endlessly drizzling vitality into space
Where it dissipates--lost and gone forever.