The Endemic Race of Man
Daniel Gallik

Joe, his fearless soul
rarely spoke, said, I
will never use I again.
At this his wife said,
I will leave you this
day one week from now.
Janice did not cry. Like
she knew what she was
going to say. Joe said,
The winds shift. It is
summer, and as the sun
sets a shadow runs along
the dry earth and loses
itself in the future
rise. Never will a soul
leave you. In your ora
taste the colors of fall
coming. The oranges,
the reds, yellows will
now have no depth for
you. When you leave
you will die. And so
will, so will, yes, oh
yes, and so will I.

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