The Balladeer

The Balladeer

 

The Balladeer

Guess who stands before you packed
Ready to travel with one desire lacking

Waiting for the sorry machine of any heart
To grant a legendary fool his one last card

Who would believe you, who would even try to
Erase the shadows of glowing towers where you

Never blessed the clattering voice there
Where stood the nemesis of mocking care

Or would you speak forgiveness
Would you forget my green eyes
Would you forget my errors, my

Notions of terrible crimes behind thrones
Memories of sexually transmitted bones

Harrows of sanded time running down
Curses of the cancer-wounded hounds

Voyages to the center of the aimless book
Encryptions on the palm of every crook-

Ed bodhisattva counting crimes
Would you forget my green eyes
Would you forget my errors, my

Worship of nothing holy in your eye
Grief for every sentimental holy sigh

Care for every crawling creature even
Sparing the frightened evening friend

Of childhood evaporating in your mind
Of copper pens inked with blackest brine

Of sorrows wasted on any soul’s carapace
Of wine-soaked linoleum and time wasted

Or would you sail home alone
Or would you sail home
Without me

(This kind-of ballad is dedicated to all songsters soon forgotten.)

October 2017

Drawing & poem © R Young

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