Perhaps people hesitate now before shedding the blood which atones for failures, indiscretions and ignorance. In hesitation, comfort can be found while taking away any sense of the poetic dance moving between lines. When was the last time any of us fell to our knees begging for the cup of death to be removed? We need that fall before we begin to write new poems.
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