A crowd of men at your boots,
And I leave you all, your party.
To return, home, where you are not
And sit.

And the world collapses, all around you, entirely,
Completely, you sit, alone and I see
All of the ways I cannot enter.

One thing I do know is that
I am not surrounded by a circle of stones
nor screaming hordes
dancing
tonight
tonight I am alone
I am a circle of stones
And you all
are not within me.

Things
black in the day
turn blue
in the night

they become
darker still

I wondered
donkey
out aloud
- not fields and floors
and kids upon lacking skills?

On this earth
Of ours
small men
growing not strong
but weak
of word and will?

what say you
donkey?

are they still?

and great men
great women
do get taken
away from us

that is to show us
the nature
of time

we need little else

I know
They were here
I've seen where they've been

I've seen where they are
now
today
twelve years later

that's it
here
now
you
no

In the hall
Jerry Hall

A hat
A bag
Some light like pearls

A coat
A scarf
And long blond hair

Long legs
Smiling
In shoes too high

A hat
Atop
The door

Its shadow
A shoulder lit up
In the sun

In the hall

Jerry Hall