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The Gone World Gone (Poem for a Dead Man)

Childhoods end suddenly nears...
As whispered through a vampire's ear

The blood dries and cracks in the veins
Sucked out by fangs
To reveal secret screenings of teenage dances
And Salvation Army warehouses

An iron mask on my heart
Keeping out the sepulchral reality of time
Fractured beyond any hope for repair

Memories of the gone world wreaks havoc
Weeps deep down through the willows

A few pictures snapped
A few voices left echoing in the hall

The pawn lays back in wait
And watches shadows flicker like wildfire
The mad laughter of gray forgotten eons
Dropped on hot coals
Frozen yesterdays
Entwined in the swirl of smoke

And yet I see a beginning in the end
A castration of light to descend
Upon this tangled web of woe
And eyes be thrown on the spider that waits for the fly

The gone world gone
But still remains
The heat drops off
But rises just the same

◄ Shakti

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Vicki Ayers

Thu 7th Jan 2016 12:39

I like this - very descriptive - each word stands alone well done x

Lady Denyse

Thu 7th Jan 2016 11:02

Fantastic.

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