lethe, or the chiming of the bell

the pastor called me to the podium
you're not taking this seriously
with hands tented over flames
i no longer think about it, i am

a deliverance which does not deliver
a full moon that hung luminous in the black sky
eyes locking on the thick oak door
my heart skipped a beat

too fond of irony and cosmetics
lying still, eyes closed, ears prickled
and in the sunlight the distant peaks
watched him, intrigued by his appearance

summer came and spread herself over the countryside
ill-omened - i was unable to come round
more complicated than a simple yes or no
no. i am dead. and dead i shall remain

these are the ones that really hurt
can you see your name in that lot?
woodworm infested the posts in the back porch
strange insects scuttled from under rocks

such things are forbidden. and yet . . .
if only you or i were innocent enough

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