We walk into work
Cherishing silence
Like all precious things
It will not last long.
It's all tragedy, all of it,
With 10,000 names
And twice that, the stories,
You just have to laugh.
And we do;
We laugh.
It's rare to transcend
That reeking and staining.
But when we see clearly:
Christ walks that way.
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