A monk in a cell,
with a face like a mask
is praying to God
to avoid this task,
while across the sea
the prisoner there
is counting the days
'til the end at last.
Doesn't matter him
her
or their,
not to this.
For we all have
a name,
and a million
things to-do
at the end of the day
we will find
were not on the list.
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