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May 2015
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a grated gate in midnight's light 
once fell upon a sorry sight 
as rain washed out the scarlet stain 
and skies bowed down to hear their pain 

a voice without a body heard 
the sordid tale its waist did gird 
one witness found, torn leaf by leaf 
Creation's glory then sank to grief 

a tale no word was writ nor said 
into the ground the silence bled 
a soaked and orphaned quill remains 
fraught with want of trilled refrains 

a poet's tome thus lay ungathered 
wispy strands of dreams, untethered 
if Heaven cried its tears that night 
set up our quaich by candlelight





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