Bard
You made it once before we knew it
as the meteor fell
You were good with an illusion
a dance and a laugh
on the edge of that sphere
that turned or on your chair
or on the streets
with your words to the unwise
with your hurt
and your charm
and your love affair
way on down the line
I can’t look at your images now
nor hear you speechless
with your mind in the ashes
and your hair that colour too
What hope for a man
who travels in words
who taught
and got expelled
who loved
and never made it home?
But it was you who saw to it
that we all spoke out
out loud &
out of turn
It was you who looked so hard
and inwardly
as if through a glass
to tell if it’s truly empty
and if on the other side
there’s something still
And down the hill
at Victoria Park
they’re turning up the Earth
after all those late summers’ sports
A new de-generation of winos
has come and gone
gone in the shade of the plane trees
I can see you (not out)
as you ponder their fate
And I too will ask
who it was
Was it you who burned so pure?
Grant Duncan 2/4/10
as the meteor fell
You were good with an illusion
a dance and a laugh
on the edge of that sphere
that turned or on your chair
or on the streets
with your words to the unwise
with your hurt
and your charm
and your love affair
way on down the line
I can’t look at your images now
nor hear you speechless
with your mind in the ashes
and your hair that colour too
What hope for a man
who travels in words
who taught
and got expelled
who loved
and never made it home?
But it was you who saw to it
that we all spoke out
out loud &
out of turn
It was you who looked so hard
and inwardly
as if through a glass
to tell if it’s truly empty
and if on the other side
there’s something still
And down the hill
at Victoria Park
they’re turning up the Earth
after all those late summers’ sports
A new de-generation of winos
has come and gone
gone in the shade of the plane trees
I can see you (not out)
as you ponder their fate
And I too will ask
who it was
Was it you who burned so pure?
Grant Duncan 2/4/10
2 Comments:
love the pain and the homage of this. who is the bard, i guess but am not sure...
Dave Mitchell. (Thanks for asking)
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