Caprine Pike

Here dance the husks

the husks of men

They dance through flames

they burn to ash

And drums they thump

The goat-skin drums

Tambourine shake

drums they thump

The fire roars

The fire cracks

Like beetle wings

crack

Shadows tall

The shadows of men

Cinder bespeckled

a dark-led dance

Mottled mothwing

Strangled halitus

This ill wind,

What horror.

Leaves, they spin

In dusk

they glide, they whirl

too dry to rot

To ash, to star

All fall down, to rust

Nothing left

to burn.

There it goes, the dust

There goes the dust

Away, the dust

It’s gone

To dusk-woven death

it’s gone.

 

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FRONT COVER

A Poem – Inbetween Awake & Asleep

Patiently still I listen and lay
For a creature of sand to come and say,
“To sleep with you, you weary wretch!
There are eerie dreams for you to sketch!”

A dark and warm inviting gaze
Emerges from blue twilight haze.
Heavy, my body sinks in a heap;
Weightless, I float through dizzying sleep.

Dream, young man. For your days are many.
But rest in the night while the world is uncanny.
That pulse is so loud; a thick throb in my ear.
Then silence twists through and there’s nothing to hear.

Cold, biting winds drag me slowly from slumber
With gusty white hands and my bed becomes sombre.
Grey in the light of a cold, rainy morning.
Please let me sleep more – away from the dawning.

-2008

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