James Cayce Poems

An ageing lion, a king no more
hears a distant gun.
And in the shattered silence
knows the killing has begun.
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When a hundred thousand starlings
unrehearsed, all dance as one
in graceful, gliding shadows
across the setting sun
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In that whiteout
between hope and habit
where familiar patterns
form ghosts that won't be
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I always knew there'd be a day when all
the laughter in the life we shared would fall
as silent as the seconds after gunshot.
Time would part from space then stop.
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I had written him a letter, kept it brief, thought it better
then sent it to the depot where I'd met him years ago.
He was a truckie when I knew him but what it was that drew him
to that thankless job I'm sure I'll never know.
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