I watch May's month, by Hadad's Thunderous Madness, all but washed away
Along with Heart's Healing, Akkad's Annealing, in but Hashem's Delay
Wakefulness, Iyer, chops down the tree of its own Egregore
Would Wood could Sleep, not Ire wrack it Evermore.
Envoi-
Prince! Corruption is the Chrism: Calamity, the Crown
Of that tree, Krishna says all must cut down
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