(cloth)
Thousands of dewdrops hang upon a dark velvet cloth.
I hoist it high to let it dry against the darkened sky.
And dry it did and then it bleached,
when the sun rose up again.
Sand.
Wrinkled white plastic lying on its side.
Salty white sand dribbling from its mouth.
Grey welcome.
Flickering candles on midsummer's night.
The light summer breeze.
Swaying people on gently moving feet
Dancing to a song.
Clashing people with nowhere to go
This is all wrong
Bonfire shining in deep summer night
Fiery burning heat.
People leaving with none left behind.
It is all gone.
Warrior
Do not despair dear warrior, friend.
The night draws close and the ground grows cold,
and the darkness looms in a land without name.
Draw close dear warrior and bring forth your light,
for who knows if we'll last down through this night.
Let the darkness rally forth in unseemly haste,
comrades we are as we draw forth our blades
and go on forth as the party of the bold.
We shall harry forth and forfeit our lives,
for heroes are not lost after bodies grow cold.
(done in 3/4/97.)
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