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Jan 2015
I follow your footsteps day to day
Beneath this baby blue silk cloth.
You passed beneath the bridge long ago
And crossed the river,
Skipping along the stepping stones to your heart.
The ecstasy that flourished within you has perished.

Why do you glide like a swift swallow,
Squawking its deathly hum,
Penetrating me to my flesh, beneath my bones
Into the empty matter between.
I remember what you did.

I know who you are.
The river is dissipating and you are
Fading.
No!
Stop there my precious one!
My bittersweet darling, my dove.
Do not govern me, stand by my side!
Let us walk together.

It is done.
It is done now the bloodied knife has fallen.
Your brow is still now, it will not be raised again.
Soon I will be with you but
Never again.

The knife, the knife,
Grab the knife, and run
Run
Run away.
The play has ended, Caesar.
And let slip my uncanny mind
Into the abyss.
Gerald Benjamin Rogers
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Gerald Benjamin Rogers  London
(London)   
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   Jamie King
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