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One Day a Year

For one day a year, let’s make believe
that Death rests in a well-hewn box.
No grand illusions get blown to bits
and for a dollar’s sake, no one gets shot.
 
World Calamity lies sound asleep,
calm between sheets at a first class hotel.
No rope encumbers a brother’s breath,
and no sister slumbers by a gas-filled vent.
 
No men are suddenly charred by fire,
and no one dies in the streets right then.
All lies, I know, yet still I contend:
for one day a year, let’s just pretend.