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The Lathe of Earth

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We will get used

To being back,

Back from the edge

Of the disease

And into something new,

A new shape to life

Because there is no back

To normal, though

Touchstones of our lives

Might be used again

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No back to the basics

Only forward to the basics

Forward to new normal,

As is said already

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We’ll closet all our plague

Paraphernalia,

The way the Swiss

Keep their arms in closets

After military service

Though I think they prefer

Chocolate and negotiation

And so should we

Until and when

The next, dire thing

Should happen

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We’ll bury our dead

As after war

We could deal kindly

With each other,

Though the tone set

In the nation

Went against that

And we have found

That we have

Way too many guns

And, unlike the Swiss,

Don’t know how to use them

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C L Couch

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The Lathe of Heaven is a novel by Ursula K. Le Guin.

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Photo by Rosie Steggles on Unsplash

Death Valley National Park, United States

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