Tomb Of The Unknown Poet
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Bill Cantrell
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Long ago I walked your dunes,
hearing your heartbeat full of pain
The rhythm of your echoing words,
cast a spell, so that I should remain
Caught in verses, penned with tears,
fading ink, like an old tattoo
With tears I swear, to be buried there
on Sandra's lonely moon
Finally I come to understand
as I rest in peace, between the lines
On the tombstone inscribed above my head,
this is the purest poem, I have ever read
Constellations chatter in disbelief,
why should this orb merit such fame?
The pillars of creation stilled their tongues,
' you cannot understand such pain'
Oh Medusa in the sky
Our oceans are your tears once cried
Your reflection on them froze your face,
from horrors of our human race
So grant me please, I beg you friend,
your poem to rest my ashes in
A gift I leave you in golden verse,
may the earth release you of this curse
Perhaps one day you will spin again,
as the cow jumps over the gloom
But for me, I rest in peace,
on Sandra's lonely moon
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