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RING AROUND THE ROSIES
Ring around the rosies,
that eternal, infernal ring,
that drags us along -
like giddy schoolchildren -
giggling, laughing, screaming,
offering a repetitious myriad of experiences,
discoveries,
of
pockets, full of posies,
things lost along the way -
superficial nothingness -
that will last even after the last person,
is
ashes, ashes,
that looming oppressiveness -
of death’s weary hand -
that slowly falls upon us,
crushing,
until
we all
fall
down.