When even the cedars wither
Boughs browning not from the vigor of their love
But from a loss mourned without tears
What then?

So far
They yet show green and strong
Feathery fabric still enfolding limestone hills
But there are tatters beginning to show at the edges
And many still look only at the center mass
Refusing to recognize that
It is not only the single shot that kills

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