Each laden with her marketing and scandal,
They held the center of the crowded walk;
Our reputation wasn’t worth a candle
When filtered through their confidential talk.
The daylight died while they were still dissecting
The morals of a future generation;
Under the stars their tongues were still collecting
Decadent remnants of a fallen nation …
While in gigantic arcs across the sky
A million planets laughed and hurried by.
(Benjamin Musser)
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