Sound and fury

We will join ranks with them.
In return, they will mourn us,

When, later, our turn comes ,
A sound arrangement for all.

Our street women have made
Breast-beating into a fine art.

They do it to some fine music.
The air is rife with fresh death.

Be assured that in the bargain
Nobody shall feel unmourned.

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