FOR THE DEPARTED MAMBA What a dusk for 2020's dawn? Your bow perched on my eyes as a shock - a thousand heartless volts And became a seismic event upon the suture boulevard of my mind - my day bled from this vicious stab A giant cider has bitten the dust, How much impact one man's giant rippling tide could exhale when he bows Indeed the lord giveth and taketh when it pleases, but in supplication I appeal for the gift of shock absorbers as a rind over my emotionally stricken mind TEARS TRICKLE - I CANT EXPLAIN...