Hide and Seek

 

 

 

     Where was the Man’s coffin,

where was he laid to rest??

 

     Under a spell, under ‘or over’

canvas rights, under duress and under

a dying, where was the Man’s coffin?

 

     He could have been ‘her’ slave,

or master if chance allowed his natural,

     he could have been ‘that’ genius of wit -

that knows every mention in phrase of

violin, piano, drum, brush - pen and clay.

 

     His ambassador lay unemployed,

so too his lover, lord and captain,

     the boat remained tethered as did

his phallus and omniscience,

     his woe was that, no-one wanted his sentient or………

 

……….his was a turning of backs,

his was the ‘out of time’ presence

that frowned the stranger,

     ‘his was the loneliness that

remained their stalwart stance of ignorance.’

 

But where, was the Man’s coffin?

 

     All family was ‘told’ no acknowledgement necessary -

all family was told no ‘acknowledgement,’ necessary.

All friend a threat for ‘ever’ a contact!

 

     His was the day, the night, a Sun and Moon

that became just a singular ‘pipe,’

     a drone that never ended a solemn

prayer that breath would cease upon the gut.

 

     And then, that day, it did!

 

But where was the Man’s coffin?

 

     He had ventured too far the discomforted

heart where all self soothing tones began to die,

     the woodland – filled with inquiry

told of naturals and pagans that clowns

could one day release ‘their’ prison.

 

     The cold liquid ending but as he listened

to a majesty of nature, his smile began,

     sensing his breath, all Lore said hello,

said “welcome friend” - here is what’s

left of our home and yes,

     you may share this nature as we your flesh,

for you will never die – for your nourishment be

here with us – our old - our young our council and quarter

of life;- ‘our family!’

 

     This is our stand,

this, is our stand.

 

     The Man smiled as tears of what

was never ventured said hello for the first time,

‘his coffin, the Earth that claimed his form where none had had him found,

where none, had ever thought him proud.’

 

Michael J Waite 0534hrs 29th July 2022.