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Where Have They Been?
I took my ancestors for a walk down Blackberry Lane
Wearing nothing but eventide,
Orchard boughs
Burnished by toil and sweat,
Forge rain-holes thru the sky.
The rain falls gently at first,
An infant stroking piano keys.
Apologetic, as it folds the corners of
Summer towards another slumber.
Dark clouds hang as an executioner’s
Smile across the lips of the harbour.
Across town, sad orchestra of the departing train
Flutes unborn children into orphanage flumes;
Trombone tourniquet
Cello pleads for mercy.
Lives split by seasons of sunrises
Teach us how to pack suitcases.
Wearing nothing but eventide,
Orchard boughs
Burnished by toil and sweat,
Forge rain-holes thru the sky.
The rain falls gently at first,
An infant stroking piano keys.
Apologetic, as it folds the corners of
Summer towards another slumber.
Dark clouds hang as an executioner’s
Smile across the lips of the harbour.
Across town, sad orchestra of the departing train
Flutes unborn children into orphanage flumes;
Trombone tourniquet
Cello pleads for mercy.
Lives split by seasons of sunrises
Teach us how to pack suitcases.
Published 21st Mar 2022
Author's Note
ERULGCT 133. Uma xx Title is the chorus of ‘Decades’ by Joy Division. Last song they sung live before Ian Curtis demise. Ancestors are like the breeze. Them bones, them bones.....
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22nd Mar 2022 1:47am
22nd Mar 2022 11:01am
Appreciated. You are a fine poet yourself my friend. I really need to start commenting again (my recent lack of commenting does not mean I don't acknowledge the great writes I encounter).
23rd Mar 2022 2:10am
22nd Mar 2022 10:53am
This feels like a genuinely classic piece in its intense imagery and sense of allusion. Thank you for a great read.
22nd Mar 2022 11:02am
