David Lacey

Rookie - 287 Points (2/3/87 / Middlesbrough)

Dionysian Fool. - Poem by David Lacey

The shadow of the man I am
The shadow of the forest Pan
Dionysian fool.
Strange reflections upon this hour
This time this place is ours
Never mine alone
Of the earth I love my home

From pain to pleasure, seeking treasures lost.
The guillotine – Empires rising – blades falling
Piercing fresh flesh torn and bleeding
Here I am in suffering
Confess the order rearranged
Chameleon skin in changing
Shedding the memories of the dead
Ripe death in composition.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2008



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