the weight of the world

Just beyond piled-up banks
of dirty snow,
stick trees, made of disease,
voice their last testaments,
mournful and forlorn.
And so we walk,
pushing shins and shoes forward,
keeping music’s company.
And we carry that weight.
We’re going to carry that weight
a long time.

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