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Monday, November 25, 2013

Them (of me)


Them (of me)

Call your dogs m/lady
send the children away
for I am going' home
nowhere yonder over there
where last I saw the sun
haloed 'neath that rainbow sky
past my eyes frozen looking there
past my skeleton fingers
reaching there
past where the jackals
carry my dead flesh
past where the worms leave
them (of me)
in the dust I will be home
leave us alone

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there is no door
© David White 1974

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