Day of Change

Lawrence Holofcener

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So in the ground

Beneath the concrete cities

The oil-soaked paths

The iron rails

And flattened fields

The unhurried sweet breath

Of life for countless living things

Which had humbly and hardily thrived

Since the earth had cooled 

Was unceremoniously

Ground to death.

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