Can’t wait winked out from cloak and hood
That ancient pause of
no steely good
By bell-freed
church and unholy hand
Requests are made
not by command
We’ll meet again
his sight replied
As from water ditch
and bramble fly
If from smashing or
from fleeing foe
Mine clutch you’ll
see and I your sabre know
Whether ribs they
part and heart undone
By snapping neck or
disease un-won
Ten fingers
slipping to which I grasp
Paired hands held
tight unto the last
Ticket and drink
then to see the show
No pardon powered
from its meek glow
Seats a-ring side
he’ll have a view
From gaze and staff
will come his cue
When they in you
look those sooth sayers wands
Clothe and dress
you in palms fanned from
The tears and
silence of worthwhile hearts
So a tugging you
might feel to swift depart
Then maybe upwards
amble in plain disgust
That path made up
of fortunes dust
Or creaking
staircase from rafters flow
That belly
southwards and dip below
So haste not make
to hurry some break
Dwell some steady
and in love mistake
When nightly sleep
your soul swims uncut
Dream, remember and
wake up