The word given forever
And then taken away
The promise of the immortal
Was just finally too tempting
An offer not to be refused
The word comes back
To be forgotten again
But not what the word has made
In the air it’s still sounding
The reformation of a growl or purr
Into a word like ‘leaving’
With its great e-e-e sound
Like a kind of keening
That never leaves
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