Robert Dummett Poems
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Midnight. Shadows slip over the horizon
While boats sleep like babes silently as a mime.
Green water wears a charcoal gown
Rubbing ribs gently muttering
In the shallows of sea-shaven stone,
To buoys flashing anaemic lamps.
The Great Leveller
Silently she stalks the corridors of time,
A piper faceless in a world of mist,
Her chord, a dirge dreaded by mice and men
Rattles shields even of the gods -
Immortality shakes in a change key.
Now, the deaf hears her music -
Sombre, insistent, final;
Her performance holds no encore for her
Audience, and in the dark she reigns supreme,