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- 58 Harmonia Sacra Saturday, napping at noon, I’m shocked When the refinery’s test warning blows, Correct to the second—an empty alarm, Fossil hum of Cold War, its bombs undropped, Frightened ash of another time. The siren caws And wails black as a dropping Stuka to warn . . . Of nothing. A test. Still, it reminds that one day We’ll come to ruin, one way or another, Sun flare, stroke, silver storm of tragedy, Or selfish negligence, or tooth decay. The klaxon shrills its message, falls mute, As stars surrender in futile pursuit. Destined, as you, to such decline, I squander Hours with indifferent cats beside me. ...

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