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In Our Late Empire, Love

In Our Late Empire, Love


Happy young man giving piggyback ride to woman while looking away at beach

Drops from upper air like rain,

clinging brightly to the fresh-cut hair

of children and the infantry:

all hail the clicking heel, all will

regale the shrinking light

with grains of wedding rice, of salt,

of sands as fit last brassy parade:

the marching band will soften

with its growing-distant drum,

the oscillating hand will stop

its waving soon enough, soon

enough; here now, the motorcade

hums gaily through the citizens’

applause and the children’s eyes

bronze faintly with the glint

of far-off fireworks, or firebombs,

or falling evening stars.

In Our Late Empire, Love.

– Malachi Black



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