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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Oakland</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Steel slugs slam<br>into black, shattered walls, <br>dim cars grinding<br>down sanguine streets<br>careening<br>into the black well<br>of night.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sun, <br>dropping into deep, <br>inky waters<br>shines<br>on some other world, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and the pale moon<br>pours thick silence<br>into the portals of our ears.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We lift our faces<br>into black rain, <br>to purify sullied eyes<br>left bloody and dim<br>by the death of children, <br>the strangulation of faith.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She watches and weeps<br>And waits for words<br>she longs to hear, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">“Ave Maria…pray for us sinners, ”</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and at once dropping<br>to bended knee<br>gazes<br>into His human eyes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">“now and at the hour”</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The hour of a million sins<br>The hour of deep silence<br>Come home at last, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">“of our death”</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">as bitter wormwood bores deep<br>in the bowels of our fear.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Smiling, <br>she intones her answer, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=521545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">“Amen.”</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Steven+Federle">Steven Federle</a></strong></div>

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