Fanfare

Rub your eyes and re-analyse
It’s too late to trade places
Wait, wait, but quickly

Though there is no time but the present
And no greater pleasure than inky skin
And bending string
Than your wandering
Than the mess that you’re in
Than this passion, this sin

So will the band now play?

A dirge, then a hymn
Then an air
Then the anthem

January 2010 Derek Wilson

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~ by delboywilson on January 28, 2010.

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