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The kalash
by John E Marks
Shape-shifter-deliverance:
All that is, is not,
Numbed into meaning:
Sansculotte.
Occasional flowers,
In a city without sleep.
Miss Bo-Peep
Dreams in the sky,
Counting her sheep
As time passes by..
Moon people kiss,
Not like normal
People do.
Animals in the zoo
Dream their dreams with a broken heart
St Stephen with a rose
In and out of the garden he goes
Looks up at stars that travel far
Meets dead men in cemeteries
Bottled in a jar.
Climb to the edge of snow,
Sees occasional flowers blow,
Sit here, for hours and hours
Deciding what not to do.
Forensic examinations
Scatter the remains:
Fragility of a body
Bound around in chains
Devil’s-in-the-detail
Condemned at the root.
No roof for the orphan lad
It’s nothing but the truth