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The kalash

John E Marks
1 min readMar 9, 2019

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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

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John E Marks
John E Marks

Written by John E Marks

Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. T. S. Eliot

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