When death comes by

When death comes by
One wonders why.
The sound of bones on zylaphones,
Fills all the wind in my willows with water and dark.

Hark quoth ribs, like little bells ringing,where is my heart?
All fallen through, like little boys squeezing through the gate.

My legs dangle me like puppets, my hands a camponel, a what?

Don’t know for my brain was stolen by surgeonular saw,, the day that death walked by.

From me in hades to me walking there,

a cavernous fire covered the sight of me.

When death came over me.

On a wire I hang as a chime, wind blowing my boney limbs

My brain a feast for hungry crows which had snatched me from the kidney’s dish.

I saw them come my eyes in a jar, magnified by the prism casting colour from white.

Now a facet of dark sin and piety,

I wait for the gods to read of me

The day death sent me down.

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About Andrew Blair

Living in Maroubra Australia. Carer for my wife Jessica. Simple web designer and Administrator; photographer, artist and theologian. We now attend the Uniting Church in Maroubra Junction where we are very happy. My greatest desire is to serve God in the capacity of an Interfaith dialoguer since this seems to be my calling since 1997

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