to encapsulate our desolation, one really must turn to metered verse. also, touching imagery:
the vestiges of ezzie spent/e’en the chil’en ain’t exempt/from gazes sad and clothing rent
shake the trees/break my knees/the esmeralda‘s now debris
top that grief, why don’t you. this blog dares you. *sob*
UPDATE: where’s jon lewis when you need him?