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Supersession Of Breath

Threnody

Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all
Many times he died
Many times rose again
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath
He knows death to the bone
Man has created death

[W.B. yeats - 1865-1939]