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A Song For Douglas After He's Dead

he crouches on the floor there's a mask on the wall
and he leafs through the pages of a book
but wait as he may in the shadow of other leaves
his heart in embraces to times long since scorched

the horizon folds over with a purple sunrise
and the wind carries smoke from an earth that is burning
the smoke locks in his hair and he's covered with patterns
and the descent of his life-trees on his camouflaged soul

with a winter of memories carved powder-bone white
beyond his skull's form a scorpion lies
in the crunch of the snow as his darkness increases
a twilight of ice encircles his teeth

this is a song for douglas after he's dead
this is a song for douglas whose Mercury dances

there's a swastika carved in the palm of his hand
there's a crooked cross that is caught in his eyes
there waits a falling sun in his eyes
there's the honour of violence on his lips

his father waits for him near the Towers of Silence
where they worship the fires so long quenched
under two willow trees with elhaz inverted
the fork of life snapped -
there father and son shall mingle in dust
as if life itself has been mostly illusion but partially real
and partially pain

and over some wall
if you look through the rubble
amongst ruins of churches where life conquers death
though empires cannot last
where blood and soil's concepts have faltered and failed
a cloud still sows teeth
as the world disappears...

this is a song for Douglas after he's dead
this is a song for my Douglas may his Mercury dance

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