Banked coals smolder
Waiting for a breath upon them
And a bit of kindling
But the fire that burned them
Hot and bright
Has taken all the tinder near to hand
And no other shipment is scheduled
Nor yet is a hand ready to the axe
Arm unfit for such labor
Or any, as the claim has oft been made
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