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The Battle

- by Linn Barnes

The Battle
-Linn Barnes

So when death came dancing prancing 
down the greening lane into the hearts
of all who stood and cheered the

rising light before the grim shadow 
dropped into the dead ditch of every 
hope and every despair rose high

into the cloud of bleak nowhere
with the fumes and clouds of
toxic ruin falling tumbling into the

water the land and our very beings
stood shaken and bewildered 
and no one spoke anything like

the truth much less the solution
so when all this fell upon us
and we gasped and blinked

gagging on the horror bounced
into the putrid core of us all 
we have stood and we stand

stooped shaken mute 
horrified and enraged
yet willing to engage the battle.