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In a single year
You chose many, severally
Quietly I watched you as you swept by
Striking our patriarch with a cowardly force
‘He’d lived his time,’ I said,
Mocking your futile act
My uncle you lined up next in your path
Extinguishing his sunlight before the moon was up
‘Another ripe fruit,’ I said
Ignoring your choice of the frail
I let your shameless act of valor fade with the darkness
Menacingly, you returned, and struck in quick succession
My cousin’s life you wrung out of his frame
And before the sun was up again,
You seized the air out of my brother’s son
A mere child –
Just to prove you can sting!
And too soon, you’ve returned
Before the moon is full
To take my late brother’s widow
Leaving emptiness in your calamitous trail
But too soon, and too soon again
You’ve numbed me, I feel not your pangs