"Sometimes
I leave footprints the shape of blood; sometimes glass
flows through broken veins, and I glitter."
--Reginald Shepherd
Another overcast day here in magical Glastonbury.
(rondeau quatrain in rhime)
The dying singer of a dying day
Grows wistful in the reaptime
Grows wistful in the reaptime
The dying singer of a dying day
The trammels of unruly peace
Run circles on the catafalque
The dying singer of a dying day
Grows wistful in the reaptime
Our tutelary ark
Is crawling with the will to punish
Twilight of the truth
The army runs on fumes of smoking bible
The dying singer of a dying day
Grows wistful in the reaptime
Grows wistful in the reaptime
The dying singer of a dying day
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