"4 Out Of 72"

There's a place where square stars emit bluish-purple light, the air a fine golden mist.

"4 Out Of 72"-by Danny Wayne Evans

It was 4 out of 72
When the end
Came down in May,
And others turned
To each other
As if to say
What made it happen
This way?

It was 4 out of 72
And the sky barked
An awesome, crimson cry,
As if to ask when
All the mountains would fall
Into the sky.

Then, when,
It was 4 out of 72,
the naysayers said
Today, we will fall out
And find March,
For the turtle and the hare
Has now found grace
In our sight.

And out of the
4 out of 72,
The old men came
To frolick and play
Dancing naked
Around the single white rock.
And as their useless voices
Filled the air; stirring up
The memories
Of mists gone by.

And, it was 4 out of 72
When the young soldiers
Grinned,
And grimaced,
And screamed,
While they shed their
Bloody tears
For unknowing mothers
So far away.
So far away.

It was 4 out of 72

4 out of 72

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