THEN LIFT YOUR CARPET OFF THE FLOOR, MY FRIEND


Then lift your carpet off the floor, my friend,
And lay me down upon the barren wood,
That I might feel the coldness as I would,
That you might learn beginning is of end.

Then lift your curtain — darkness: don’t defend,
And gather up your candles as you should,
That you might know the light of When was good,
That I might know whence came the questions penned.

The words we wished to rest upon the ground
Have shown themselves as whispers in the wind;
Then where-to run the patterns that we said?

Let evening lay upon us silent sound --
And sneak around our fire — setting snare...
That we might bear to learn our rhymes are dead.


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Flint Hunter 2011




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