by Cynthia Echeme

Created on: July 21, 2009   Last Updated: October 24, 2010

 Dove - like, we dance the dance of humility

As we come calling soporific

The big toes and small toes;

Your race and my race;

At the unbiased door

Before the unprejudiced door

Yes, the impartial doorstep

Of a most immortal host

To drink and to dine

Drinking of the bitter wine

Every mortal his own

In our transient slumber

The skeletal rest we pose

A rest, to rise no more!

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