Arrows

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Arrows

Our swinging sign lives

change at the mercy

of a capricious wind

danger from the east

murder from the west

hate is a black color

fear ignites the bowman’s words

his arrows know not where they fly

it is not for the dead to suffer

just those of us left.

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