As I Grow Old
Elisabeth Murawski
when to tighten the cummerbund
the puppet movement of brother death
in black and white evening suit he takes off
his hat does that jerking bow of the ambassador
s'il vous plait bone on bone clicking
and rocking the faces carved into the wall
mildly looking on not hearing me cry out
as I touch the dark he comes from
rooting for applause
and it is true this chill comes from within
the night dispelled by one candle
fights to take hold wherever the earth begins
and I close my eyes I close my eyes a baby in my arms
the current taking me waking me
from the dream I am naked in Barcelona

