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Wednesday, February 12, 2014

THE DARKENER



Dave Boles

THE DARKENER: RING AROUND THE ROSY OH

And so the Darkener came and placed his hands
In those of the Sickener and so they resumed
Their trek to destruction. And also so as tales
Go, they found a flea to carry their torture.

And it’s Ring around the rosy oh, the fever pitch
The crazy bitch that chases its tail in destruction
A pocket full of posies go as round the ring the
Dancers go, scratch at the fleas and think no more
But ashes, ashes, they all fall down  And the Quickner,
And the baker and the glad undertaker go round the ring
Again for children playing, go past the reaper grim and

All for playing, playing, playing.  And all in fun for playing.



Monday, February 10, 2014

WHERE IS GOD TODAY?





WHERE IS GOD TODAY?

Oh there is a terrible crying on the night air.
Children with dreams caught in their mouths,
Unable to speak.  The thick vengeance of sleep
Full upon them.  Wolves of sleep, cast not thy
Blowing eyes upon our small dominion.

We meant no harm.  We have even erased
Our poor names from the doors of
This kingdom.  Still our ears
Fill with the sounds of sirens and
Fearful gnashing of teeth.  A mad alarum
Chases through the night blood of our cities.
Our pulses spurting madly into its flames.

Oh there is a terrible crying on the night air.
And we softly lie here listening to the
Calm oceans of our breath as it wonders the

Stars with its sweet rhythm.