In the light of the eclipse
All creatures looked like confused
Souls who don't know where they are.
Given sacred order and
Darkness pitted against it,
The priests and poets sang hymns,
The mobs found targets to cleanse.
The survivors of the mobs
Nursed grievances and vengeance.
Memory tamed the eclipse
Of the sun, predicted it,
But memory only stoked
The smoking, blood infernos
Of the souls who were afraid.
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