Deadman Dancing
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Mark Heathcote
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I am cordially dancing in deadman's chalk.
Lay just where you want me to wriggle
without breaking free, but I'm not quite yet
where I'm supposed to be.
Close your eyes, darling, you're not meant to see
the gunpowder, the smoke,
the fact, in this line up this ordnance, it -was me.
Me who tied the rope and pulled the lever that set you free.
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