Zarathustra

Forlorn apostrophes,
Apostolic appendectomies,
In the forums of our Lord,
Where white walls clash.

Forever remembering our vows;
With small pieces of denial,
Scratched in on wooden boards;

Both yours and mine own.

I gave a nickel,
And a dime to you;

Aluminum can refund.

Marry, we once buried our child;
Beneath the tall, outreaching trees;
In fall, and a hush to Winter.

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