David Lewis Paget Poems

The Moon was rising, over the hill
Along with the evening star,
They lit the lane he was walking, ‘til
He could see the lights of a car,
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She started wearing the corpse paint when
She’d just turned seventeen,
Renamed herself Pandora, though
Her real name was Jean,
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There are some who consider suicide,
You can see it in their eyes,
They forget the hurt of their loved ones
When they fail to say goodbyes,
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It’s only a week since I raised my head
From the depths of my favourite book,
The final tale in my library
And my basic foundations shook.
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He’d only just raised the dustbin lid
When he saw the woman’s head,
And what had impressed him most was that
It felt as heavy as lead,
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He told me that once he’d killed someone,
A long, long time in the past,
He’d held him down and he’d used a gun,
I said I was just aghast.
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The flowers grew from the craters where
The bombs ripped open the ground,
Back in that terrible time of war
When God in his heavens frowned,
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Somebody said it was Halloween
I hadn’t a clue till then,
But the street was full of pumpkin heads
Carved out, with the candles in,
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Anything’s possible, Sweetness and Light,
Maybe you’ll leave me lonely,
Maybe you’ll stir like a shade in the night
To turn to your one and only,
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My father told us the story of
The time of his greatest pain,
Back in the year of ninety-nine,
During Victoria's reign,
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