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If (Politics and Nature)


If the moon 

slipped and fell, 

from the cradle 

of skies 

to the wind blown sea, 

would it matter, 

would it matter then, 

to me? 

If the stars 

then tumbled, 

in a crown 

of constellations 

upon the waves 

of majesty, 

would the fish 

then listen 

to the wings 

of gulls calling 

and crying 

in glee? 

And on the shore, 

when the high 

of tide has retreated 

and left the detritus 

of cost and life 

upon the shore, 

will there be 

anyone to remember, 

to remember, 

when the you

and me

are no more?

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