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No Dearth of Death
Birds diving
catch my eye.
at my window
from the sky.
What pulls them
like a magnet
To their demise?
Is it fear?
I try to watch,
impassively
but look aside
can’t help but care.
I wonder at the
news today
bombings, killings,
lives are sheared
And why it happens
who’s to gain?
While birds slam
in reflections.
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