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A Shared Line

Saint Paul, 2 February 2005

Our histories might reveal
A sacred trinity of Xs in Os
In a child’s game of tic-tac-toe

Still, until the dimmest light
Beholds a pre-dawn beacon
Until subdued silence
Becomes a symphony
Until questions unresolved
Ring clear as young ears
Until all that's palpable
Recasts to thumping profundity

We await the felt-hammered
Chimes of our fathers
We may not place a call
Or reverse the charges
But our hands hold petitions
That decree these messages
We mustn't break the party line
We share with humanity