Come take a seat
and wait for me,
I am called Danger
or Cancer,
some are even honest
and call me Death,
while others recognise my rodent face,
they know my doom in many acts
as I arrive in many breathless shapes,
ready for your sickly finger
and pills and things.
As the sun falls on the dark parade
pull me at your will;
drown me, tie me, shoot my rotten face,
dress me in disease,
hang me in my free bird frame,
you knew so well,
your Jesus,
the figure who sees your tears in the dark.
No trickster I,
no God nor devil,
no ghost,
look deep and see in in memories,
look deeper into mirrors
and hear my joy again.
Out of the black in to the light,
shaped again as shaped you saw me first...
©Steven Francis Poems 2014
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