Christoph Praus Poems

You can feel it on your skin,
Itching under and within it,
A red filigree;
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Tell me true, what's on your mind?
Do you think of me?
Of love? Of hate? Of her?
Tell me true,
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Do not go that long way,
For as the Mist falls low, heavy,
It creeps, invading all space,
Even that which you would hold holy,
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Across from me The Minster rises,
A tower pinnacle'd like a hand,
Openly grasping the steely clouds,
The other a closed fist or not,
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Gaze upon this carven dandy,
So slick and craven in the rain,
Doffs his hat, his smile so wet,
Oblivious to fated death;
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All the stars awoke,
To carnage and dust,
And it its glare,
A gleaming blue,
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The hush of stale water,
Sodden, black, greasy fat,
Tainted porcelain and dull steel,
And who comes to wash it away?
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I'll give you the world,
I'll give you wealth,
I'll give you work,
I'll give you health,
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I can feel the stiff pain set,
My fingers twitch and fret,
As the ink flows, so too the pen,
As mortality bleeds out in rivers,
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