Who Goes There

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
the need for (and painfull isolation) of boundaries in a relationship -- hence the poem's unresolved ambivalence

Submitted: June 30, 2007

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Who Goes There



Your dungeons don't go in me.
I'm long in your fallen hair.
There's a pinch less seems
Must needs be bone bare,

As long eyes fall in your hair.
This is no maypole death-dance!
Needs must be boned bare.
You tricked the fattened chance.

No, death, you mayn't have this dance,
Rail as you may, sleep as I tight.
You fattened by trick of chance,
Pilated and hand-washed by blight.

May you sleep as I rail tight,
In emerald pond you all but drank,
Washing Pilate's hands in blight.
Helen's thousand ships just sank

In emerald pond you're a bit drunk.
There's a pinch less; seems
Hell's in thousands of ships sunk
You don't go, don't go in me.


By R P Webster

March 28, 2007


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