Wax Cold

Can this cup
pass from me?

Dear sister,
Dear brother,

Where is your love
for our Father,
our Mother,

me?

The love of many shall wax cold.

And here we are,
vomiting poison

until the grass around us
begins to roil
into
lava.

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