Black December

Those golden cobs

         Gobbled on cobble streets

Up through the dip a dive

                 Upon where sisters use to live

Father’s split opinion

          With money never saved

Would hole us up into duo coffins

                            With n’er a word e’r said

Local bridge took us o’er and back

            Pockets full of pine and eyes with change

Festive another time, maybe

                   Today just give in to rest

Home with no lungs nor heart

              For I spoke too soon in the siblings ’ lodge

And wrote as a visitor with an alien inside

           Within the walls where guests are hosts

Roof o’er not for length in time ever tested

                 When Cage was all the rage

 I walked over his music

            As ghost writers trembled in spite of themselves

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