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My dears,
we never really know if
the light on the hill
is a brand new world –
what might that be exactly:
a sign of alien life,
some kind of angel from
the other side,
miraculous politics?
or just a carload of youths about to yell, ‘Fuckin’ faggot!’ –
as they drive past
their words do indeed come,
like a casually flung beer bottle,
before the smile and wave
and drive-off
But, my dears,
we go on, don’t we
we go on
