Robert Dummett Poems

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 -
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In the root, agony -
Then despair,
With vastness of emptiness......
Some life this,
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Night shifts like the desert sand
Under shadows of the moon,
Pocketing threads of moonlight in clouds
Blown by Zephyr in a zip,
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Smugly the candle sits blinking,
its Cyclops eye waxes tears
as words steam to fire furnaces.
Temperatures burn bare threads that tie us,
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What candle from what wax
burns the wiry forest as bright as steel,
slicing sluice gates to sea
and firing with fever the soul?
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Nine o'clock....almost.
Backyards and parks spark with the glow of 'guys.'
People hurry home to savor the roast;
The inch of time steps swift.
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Dawn pierces the black armour with lances
And primed grit forking lightning to split
The crack of thunder -
As wind steams and whistles like a kettle,
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Ten years have etched the face of time -
Since tears in sombre drops lament your sleep,
And yet, we hold the deck stacked high
To memory, mocking the faceless thief....
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In fields and forests I searched for Jesus
But found Him not
On Rocky Mountains I combed the peaks
But found Him not
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In isolation he drank heavily -
And pretended the poison had not plagued
His body as he tumbled down another
Black road, giving expletives to tongue.
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