Noble Poem by GRANT FRASER

Noble



I don't care
if you woke up
in Tutenkamun's
gilt edged living room,

it's the long last
sun rays, omitting
from a toilet door,

with the sure
stamp and sign,

that beseeches the
air with mankind,

only equals
I hear,
are here,

your blue bloody
smile is lost to me,

believe it,
for I am back stage always,
with or without you...

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