O my friend -
we did a bad thing.
My Roman Virtue shattered in
the clatter of a ring.
Circling up and down: a pulsing wave upon your floor.
We stepped around its silver hush,
till it sounded out no more.
I'd like not to admit - since we said our goodbye
but behind my back the world is troubled,
by that little metal cry.
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