Saturday, June 03, 2006

The Debtor

The chase
eleven years and running
an enigma...
Good! Hard-bitten kill.

The toll
not silver pieces
nor two widow’s mites.
Good! That kinder bill.

or evade
the severe chimera
that bold, tailored knight.

Drink deeply
from this circle
from this cipher
bardlike, old tonight.

We’ll sip
you’ll sup
sucking the marrow
from blind hot godlike art.

Until the ecstasy
until the alchemy
of the journey
to the ill-boding dark.

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