“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Sunday, September 24, 2017
To sing the Plague song
Too thin to help now,
with your lacy veil
a white sinew
you see through
the darkest of times.
It is clear
little can be done
to make it any lighter.
Two threads easily slip
through your shining armor.
The stars know they are the
pommel, the knot at the end.
To ashes, all that remains
can only be folded back in,
the way the body blocks,
and a shadow cast.
Only to catch
a crescent moon.
One twisted wick will
melt the whole ball of wax.
Painting by Pierre-Auguste Renoir [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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