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Panacea
Where do we go from here, When we realize that we hit bottom long ago, Never even saw it coming, let alone slipping away, going?
How should I, could I — neither a string-theory physicist Nor a trickle-down economist, Rather just a poet who sees the world through metaphors —
Presume to redeem mankind's tribe, society, civilization From the trepidation of necessity's deprivations, Those basics of water, food, shelter from the elements,
Freedom to trod the earth, barefoot, naked, Bark, growl, snarl, yelp, screech, squeal, howl, Without fearing the owls', eagles' deep-gouging talons?
My only panacea, if, indeed, "panacea" is the correct noun For a pandemic cure of mankind's malady, is this: Take a deep breath of death, then proceed cautiously.
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