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As I Grow Old

ISSUE:  Winter 2000
have come to know when to brush crumbs from his vest
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


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