Listen, a dull roar
As we near the circle's edge
The sound of mad bees
Three souls run 'tward us
They can tell I'm from Florence
As they speak, they dance
Circling clockwise
They were once warriors
They ask me for news
I have none to give
The same wars, new fighters
Do they have remorse?
Eyes fixed, heads turning
I'm supposed to feel for them
In some ways I do
Before they leave us
They want remembrance
It's how they live on
The roar of the stream
Has burned away every sound
We have reached the edge
Hell's Niagara Falls
We peer down through the warm spray
Virgil takes my belt
Tossed over the cliff
It falls with my confidence
to wake up our ride
There's something moving
It's swimming up through the air
The demon of Fraud
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