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Vic

Vic

You and I are alike.
The old Roman knows us well.
He relays our story to Mars and Nike
As the monsterā€™s hunger swells
To feast upon the harvest moon.
And two broken hearts will mould as one,
Loveā€™s dawn retreats unto noon,
When your poppies blot out the sun.
Ā 
Blood-drunk we will lie in scarlet hue
Then swim to shore from that bird-nest skull
And gather drops of sweet morning dew
From daisies, our tread will loosely cull.
Unchain me from these tartan fallacies.
I care nothing for those cotton legs.
Bring back to me unholy fantasies
From the bottom of bottles and the base of kegs.
Ā 
Tankards at the ready with armoured glass
Stand strong, their duty to fulfil.
Weā€™d greet to them the juice of grass
That weā€™d butchered by chance on the hill.
I can still see the smoke or was it clouds,
From that witch they tried to burn?
Now heather blankets and gently shrouds
Your gas-lit gaudy urn.
Ā 
I tried to poke but you would not rise.
Then some more I aimed to stir.
ā€˜til gold fell from my stained-glass eyes
And I knew just where you were.
Standing by the lantern shore
With silver on your face.
The bastardā€™s daughter! The poetā€™s whore!
Neither worthy of your grace.
Ā 
A tortured pillow now holds my head,
I can see you in my sleep.
In dreaming, I find life; in living I am dead.
Such is the fate for a man among sheep.
Iā€™ll try to trick the ferryman,
I will play some callous trick.
To return to you and live again,
To see my darling ,Vic.
Ā 

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