After you died I couldn't piece you together.
It frightened me a bit.
The more I longed for you
The more fragmented you became.
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Restless, pacing panther-like,
I prowl the palace
Preparing for the gods to punish me,
As is my fate.
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(The real nursery rhyme goes;
How many miles to Babylon?
Three score and ten.
Can I get there by candlelight?
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Hot, long lazy days
Sun dazed dragonflies skimming
Light filters through leaves
We swim among the lilies
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The sun begins to set behind
Burnt umber hills,
Singeing them with fiery red,
And spreads its light
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How we loved them.
In an otherwise grey world
These blinkered, patient creatures
Gave us such delight as
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Stuttering gunfire
Bodies like rags lie in heaps
On the burning road
Blood dries out fast in the heat
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In this lonely brooding place
The old gods still have power, still reign.
Here the rough-hewn hills around the lake
Stand out like ramparts, built by them,
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Up on the hill
In the posh areas
Where the Victorian villas
Were set back from tree lined roads,
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My thanks for being critical
To pointing out how factual
Too biographically actual
Too formal, too literal
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