Not gentle by choice

At a bottom of  brown dome
Lay those who raged against
Dying light, spreading night.

Our words fork no lightning.
Fists do not clench at a night.
We are not gentle by choice.

(Re-reading Dylan Thomas poem “do not go gentle into that good night“)

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