They have always been
And always will be.
Their calls echo through the air in a timeless song
The beggar and the thief call
them friend
They are reviled and ridiculed
They are ignored and devalued
Their purpose is not understood or known.
They live alone in a group and laugh
They seek life from death
And convert death to life
The balance of both on a rope swung
From side to side in a wild wind.
When nothing existed but love
When all is gone but love
They will still be alive to clean up the pieces
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