Poems from Everett Mark
You took me to Guadalajara,
You took me to the burgraves,
And I left while the going got good,
It was you, the Matterhorn.
Who froze me...
My pilgrimage to jerusalem,
My wanderings into the inner depths of the asylum,
I saw drunks playing dice,
Betting on three ones,
Gambling...
We find ourselves in a time,
Where the vultures fly above and ask for peace,
And the damned still answer,
Where the traitors stretched...
A bird on a wire,
Reeds rustle on a beach,
The wind moves through them both,
The dust has no time to settle,
Before taken flight,
Air will...