MARCHING

There was side stepping,

avoiding a disaster. People pointed.

Like thunder they moaned a noise

like trees falling.  There was no far

away when gathering started out flat

and solid.  Hands with a cause formed

an ocean like seaweed waving.

Hearts of motion breathed energy.

Eyes alighted like hungry animals.

Their language one or two words, holding

the banner of cause.  Some drifted to

the sides, alone in the song, blending in,

accepting the failings of what could

not be changed.

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