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robert dickerson


Lament


the snow falls on my fathers' bed
on the foot
on the head
the snow falls on my fathers' bed
all the night and morning long

my fathers' bed is in the ground
his sleep is deep
his sleep is sound
my fathers' bed is in the ground
na will he soon awaken

his earthly day was not so long
but thirty year
or very near
his earthly day was not so long
the reason more to mourn him

the devil took him by the hand
and turned him on
to heroin
the devil took him by the hand
and that is why he's gone

softly on the dreaming land
sifts and blows
the gleaming snow
softly on the weeping land
and on my fathers' stone

the snow falls on my fathers' bed
on the foot
on the head
the snow falls on my fathers' bed
all the night and morning long.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 01, 2010

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  • Rookie Bryan Seyffert (11/10/2012 12:01:00 PM)

    Wow so deep! When you get to the devil took him by the hand
    and turned him on to heroin the imagery smacks you in the face! ! Keep on writing man. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 239 Points Warren Falcon (9/27/2011 11:39:00 PM)

    Robert, This astonishes, admonishes me to mourning and song. I was surprised by the heroin. And then the snow fell into an utterly tender, brutal meaning. Truly, a lamentation psalm. (Report) Reply

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