mme_hardy | I feel dead inside.

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After great pain, a formal feeling comes –

The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –

The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’

And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’?

The Feet, mechanical, go round –

A Wooden way

Of Ground, or Air, or Ought –

Regardless grown,

A Quartz contentment, like a stone –

This is the Hour of Lead –

Remembered, if outlived,

As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –

First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –

For my two queer adult children, both of whom have preexisting conditions, and both of whom will lose Obamacare as soon as it's repealed.

For my child, who is an immigrant, non-white, with a preexisting condition, and (with my wife) Jewish.

(hugs)