Plague took us and the land from under us,
Rose like a boil, enclosing us within.
We waited and the blue skies writhed awhile
Becoming black with death.
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Swelled us to dizzy, unaccustomed size. We died prodigiously; it hurt awhile But left a certain quiet in our eyes. beautiful poem superb 10+++++