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Epitaph David Gitelman
EPITAPH
Who by fire and who by plague? Who can recall as the memories fade?
Who will lead us, who will crawl, from out the darkness surrounding us all?
Ghosts lie in the shadows wherever I chance to look around.
They haunt the embers of the burned down forests and the bombed-out downtowns.
Over the howl of the winds and the car alarms, they can’t even find solace in each other’s
arms.
And the living are left to carry the line, left to pray and keep moving and wait till the end of
time.
Their faces swim before my sight, as they were long ago before they vanished into the night.
Do you think they’re gonna come out all right, when we manage to rekindle the light?
