How far back do you have to go
Before the trail runs cold
Before you start to detect a pattern
In the lives of the dead you follow
Shocked to find yourself
Both slave and master
Both Adam and Eve still
Blaming one another for the loss
Hardly a gasp between them and us
And if I imagine a grand reunion
Of all of us in a well-lit room
Could we then together discern
A common sense of gratitude
For each spent life passed down
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