Michael Shepherd Dark Poems

Not death - no poem's yet been writ
on that - but that dark door and passage
where everything, all that one knows of life
must be surrendered, in the service
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Everything’s going well,
you seem to have everything arranged
as you like it: you glance into
the banqueting hall, the chandelier
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The brazier’s glowing coals lit up his eyes.
I asked the watchman as he guarded time:
tell me, watchman, of the truth of Night..
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The dark cloud.
It sits around your head
or inside it, more like.
Around your mind,
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