Wednesday, August 24, 2005
When one by one, each in turn
Follows shattering glass into the ground
Escaping, but falling into the hound
That will not release its prey
Not while the skies are still grey
And the heart beats in loneliness
And the dreams wander in emptiness.
A clue, a scent, I leave here to remind
A hint, a guess, perhaps part of a quorum:
Those who are wise, you will read the signs
Burn the lights, and tear down all decorum
Lock up the genius, throw away the key
For a year's isolation, mindlessly
Ranting and finding bearings again
While the fatted calf is slowly slain.
Between the two cries of the pigeon
And the pigeon-master calling out
Assemble thy forces, demonic legion:
It's time to banish all standing doubt
Falling and falling, tumbling over
Vertigo settling in, is it over...
Is it over?
(He dealt the blows)
Posted by SimianD at 2:19 AM