Innocent, they frolicked about the lawn
and I didn't think to ask: "Who made thee?" *
Or fret, when in cassocks and black as crows
they gathered to say goodbye.
Looking them in the eye, I took my leave
and left them - to meditate:
on faith, justice, and wrong doing.
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© Cormac McCloskey
* The Lamb, from Songs of Innocence, by William Blake
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