It’s easier to punish when a loss Is spread about a table, knowing blame Will follow in the rivulets, the aim So being, for to spread it far across As many people, agencies, alas, As ever might be possible, to stay The fallout, which the spreading will allay, O’er such an awful failure. Let it pass. It’s really everybody’s fault, and none Would ever have the power for to turn The awful tide of slaughter we discern Too very much too late. We’re very done With theories that an overarching chide Will ever much improvement here abide.

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