Raga: Rictum
The last sun sets in
The dismal eyes din
The old man blinks
His eyes set in sin.
The struggle has passed
His fixitive cast
His fugitive frown
His star-spangled gown
His terrible grin
His diaphanous skin
His exorcised skull
His bones brittle-thin
The tiger-in-cage
Of a mock-heroed age
Now sets his contentment
Against heaven's resentment
His vision unfolds
On a landscape of worlds
His gaze free to roam
And seek a new home.
poem by John Paul Wilson
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