What ghosts will sit
These patient seats,
Drift along aisles, up stairways,
Gasp and wave,
Believe and tremble
When these crowds –
Distracted by the
Ticking of other clocks – Move on?
What ghosts will sit
These patient seats,
Drift along aisles, up stairways,
Gasp and wave,
Believe and tremble
When these crowds –
Distracted by the
Ticking of other clocks – Move on?
Talk your thin, fool words,
Make your feet-of-clay plans –
Both will carry,
Curse-crystal clear –
Feel the gods laughing presence,
As they position game-pieces,
Sharpen diamond teeth?
Plant your pale, flags
On maps-that aren’t;
As if they mean something,
Are terribly significant …
If it’ll help.
Conceal tribal silver
As is traditional,
With future beauties, power
And conceit
Atop the sacred rock:
Strap war-doom saddles to
Belligerent bull camels –
Time is treasure –
The star is
Always moving on.
27/12/2012
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