The King of Night
Call the peeler of stinging onions,
the red-eyed one, and let him peel
back layers of doubt in this domain.
Let Jane and John their mourning spill:
Jane sees comfort for the corpse,
John just says that he’s seen worse.
Let I know not seems seem right.
The only king’s the king of night.
Take from a desk, one bought from Sears,
poorly assembled, missing screws,
a will one wrote before one knew,
and chant it loud through cries and fears,
then torch it to be the only light
one sees until snuffed out by tears.
Let one imagine the soul’s one flight.
The only king’s the king of night.
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Ralph
Last edited by RCL; 01-03-2018 at 11:59 AM.
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