The Measuring Time

The wolves of night

Draw ever closer

For this is the measuring time.

Big and cold the proud moon sits

On heaven’s darkest shelf:

Streetwalkers prize for the taking.

‘Ere sunup and warmth

Some will find loving,

Some will be wanting love;

Many will find love wanting.

When the Smoke …

Back then

When

The smoke

Was

Thickest,

It seems to me

We saw

Each other

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