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The Black Edge

The Black Edge

Sinister and cloying
near the light
untransformed fear
near the light
near the light

And in the dark
the fuminous dark
the poisonous dark
the graves exhumed

the devil must rise
blurring at the edges
no words left

and in the dark
how long the victims
asked away
within the ground
within the dark

those opaque hungry souls
unlearning the past
and all these wounds
now so near the light.

I waited
under the tree
in its speckled shade.
where figures danced
and were consumed
only to reappear again.
different and the same.

I sat for a while
resting my back
against the bark
of the ancient oak
yielding to its strength
its aloneness

It waits too.


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