On the 3rd of January the town went out
Laughing in the parade.
The bell rang weakly with the rope untied
As Dessie came first, then the deweys and
Shadrack the pied piper sang his song.
He led his mice full of cheer
Dancing in the parade.
Some looked on and did not understand
these happy fools who honored death.
Leaving their dignity, their anxiety and pain
to march in the fading,
but still present sun
Hoping in the parade.
Some stopped at the unfinished cave,
but most went on over the fence.
Led by the young, they smashed and they tore
their lost hope, their forgotten promise
Killing in the parade.
But on they went, too deep too far.
The first crack sounded and a scramble went up.
Some escaped but most were trapped
to the water and to the beams pressing down,
Keeping them with the parade
And Shadrack watched, ringing Suicides bell,
the people who had just laughed and danced, hoped and killed in the sunshine,
trapped in the darkness,
Dying in the parade.
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