Night after Gerry died
To the masses, I became
stranded---And passed
around the stage---
like beer.
Tonight, met I,
one thousand sets of
peering eyes--the
stage became impassable!
Then on we rode---
into the heart of the beast--bucking, steering
me northward, as wind
found sails, my body quickened
to the sound of drums
And fire mixed.
----The night held dreams
of long ago, the heads lulled
And Rolled, decapitated to the floor,
while I, beheld the
moon--full in its moment,
cushioned by graying clouds.
MS copyright 8-10-11/95
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