TWO POEMS

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UNTITLED

This man’s war’s not fought
With cannonball or shell
This piper plays in places
Where the mind no longer dwells
This piper raises all the rafters
Left in hell

MY TIME

This then is my time;
A ribbon of memories
Stretching back to an age
I can hardly remember
Anymore

With an indeterminate
Number of coils
Still to be unrolled
From a drum
Revolving ever faster as it
Unwinds

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