The people have spoken,
or at least some of them,
though they mostly
weren’t listening either.
The people are that way.
Some remembered
with fierce regret,
while others prophesied
foreboding and fear.
People are that way, too.
The hawks, circling
through lower heaven,
noticed no obvious changes.
Some people still remembered,
while others still foresaw.
From the mansions on the hills,
a low murmuring arose,
and slowly floated downward.
Black cars came and went,
trailing fumes and rumors.
People were born and died.
Some regretted, some feared.
The hawks circled, high and aloof.
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