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MARTY WILLSON-PIPER
IN REFLECTION |
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The Lantern
In the same destructive way
Your broken bridge lies in the hay
You cannot spell you only lean
Where magic words direct the stream
Underneath this buckled quilt
Flowers old and precious wilt
They take you to a bluster place
And dance around your face
Safer calendars I have seen
But whoever knew what months must mean
I sail the skies and fly through the sea
No miner, cook or fool can die so weakly
Hasty dashed in quicker clothes
What if the fishes eat the loaves
Backward buildings drop to dust
Gutters turn to rust
I stamp my feet and scare the ghost
Welcome that dimension's host
He flickers and snickers into his robe
And skips around the globe
During weeks when I was grey
I posted night to greet the day
I shunned the light for beams of black
No sailor, ship or sea can sink on land
The lantern swings until your arm hurts
And all you did was signal your demise
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