This appeared in Angle.
When on the tepid shore
Of the great and greasy lake,
We greet each other, which
Weapon will you take?
Reproach is never failing,
Forgiveness always new.
I fear the most no light
Dawning between us two,
No pain of recognition,
Nor shock grown frail and old;
But bitter light extinguished,
Unspecified and cold.
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