After all this time that’s passed
We stand as we've ever stood
On the brink of blasphemy
But it's no use - we're frozen
Out of time. We cannot
In spite our earnest entreaties
Like Odysseus in the house of Hades
A hand outstretched to clasp
She who was loved but lost
We can only hold in our soul
Make homage in bread and wine
The life that was theirs’ - forgone!
And to remember
And not to forgot.
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