Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 4, 2020

Daily missive breaks into the weekend for Saturday the 4th of January~by Peter Forster



Daily missive breaks into the weekend for Saturday the 4th of January

Does it sit
On a shoulder
In imitation of
Long John’s Parrot
Another mimic
With a catchphrase
Pieces of eight, pieces of eight
Does it nibble at an ear
Whispering secrets
Filled with despair
Tearing tufts of hair
Out by their roots
Planting seeds of doubt
Professing to know
The meaning of things
Promising the world
For a betrayal
Practising the kiss
Would it be bliss
To surrender
To its call
Its true face hidden
Beneath a ghostly caul
Does it stand
Waiting at the door
A sentinel
Does it sing a song
Of welcome
No-one else can hear
As you approach
Does it sit on your chest
Its dead men’s
Legs crossed
Raising a glass in your name
Calling you treasure
There is no pleasure
In its voice
Neither you nor it
Has a choice
It is there
Until you take
Your last breath
It is the beginning
Of ends
It never wavers
Or bends
It is the harbinger
An odour that lingers
It is death

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