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This time both rain and faith would fall
and John stared dazed as wall stared back.
Death crawled Jane's sheets and sighed a call.
This time both rain and faith would fall.
It hauled her kicking down the hall
dealt stone-smooth coolness; one calm whack.
This time both rain and faith would fall
and John stared dazed as wall stared back.

Glenn Bagshaw

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-shock-triolet/