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                                       That was a Rough Night

          Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you about mine

                                    -Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese”

Foul accusations fly through the darkness like bats
With putrid fangs of poisons, curses, and spells
To twist the blessings of all your yesterdays
Into broken disappointments in the night

The Tempter accuses you; you accuse yourself
Soul-broken on your Procustean bed
Surrendered to the mercy of the merciless
Under the false authority of frauds

Frauds who will wither away at dawn:
Be brave, and wait and pray - for Light will come