But what of the happiness they wrought?
Laughter around a table, flavor of onions
and mustard and salt, music to drown the sound
of his weeping. All the gods are fallen.
When his mind grew empty
and his heartbeat slowed to a vague stutter,
our father no longer walked the fields at night.
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