then followed the lives of men
they exert as little control over their fates as a Pinata smashed trembles and shatters skittering to the earth
its manufacturer anonymous
the eyes of their children were glued together in a pastiche harken to ask the meaning of death or life or any other hallucination
dead fathers and near dead mothers gave speculation as to the nature of life
the brokers of fate gave no arbitrage
all speechless on the stage save the hero
even he voluntered no words as silent as the idiot in a cage
the latter the wise man himself mimed nothing
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