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The Poem

Poems are but poems

Words decorated in angel dust

Or hand-bound in dreams

Of myrrh and frankincense

Or wrapped with roses

With thick sharp thorns

Or in ribbons and bows

Of arsenic

The Jester

 

 

The Jester

The short tailed lynx

Told gaunt faced lies

To a snow shoed hare

With deep blue eyes

And when lost in its untruths

Was licking its lips

And quietly stroking

And sharpening its finger tips

The Phantom

 

 

 

The Phantom

 the phantom of ignorance

walks loudly at night

and whispers in shadows

in the mid-day sun:

 

build me a tomb

and call it a shrine

enter head bowed

and close your eyes

and pray to me loud

and don’t ask why

 

and I’ll forgive your innocence

The Shaman

 

 

The Shaman

a sheep disguised

as a wolf

dancing himself into a trance

appeasing his greatest fears

meeting his greatest fears

conquering his greatest fears

by becoming one

 

a sheep disguised

as a wolf

dancing himself into a trance

dancing his dance

dancing his dance

teaching his dance to drums

transforming himself

transforming himself

transforming himself

drinking the blood of lambs

The Serpent

   

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