Walking through the streets
Singing the names of saints
So the people would know
They had lives to live for
And not forget their great work
That anyone who cherished beauty
Would not be thrown to the side
That the gods had already returned
To put the right words on their lips
Their bowls clanging
Their bare feet kicking up dust
I wish I could call them back
Here I’d say
Fill my empty mouth
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