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.

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.