THE EXECUTIONER'S DREAM

in #esteem6 years ago (edited)

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I dreamt I saw an eye, a pretty eye,
In your hands,
Glittering, wet and sickening;
Like a dull onyx set in a crown of throns,

I did not known you were dead
When you dropped it in my lap.
What horrors of human sacrifices
Have you seen, executioner?
What agonies of tortured men

Who sat through nights and nights of pain;
Tongue-tied by the wicked Sappor;
Gazing at you with hot imploring eyes?
These white lilies tossed their little heads then
In the moon-steeped ponds;

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There was bouncing gaiety in the crisp chirping
Of the cricket in the undergrowth,
And as the surf-boats splintered the waves
I saw the rainbow in your eyes
And in the flash of your teeth;

As each crystal shone,
I saw sitting hand in hand with melancholy
A little sunny child
Playing at marbles with husks of fallen stars,
Horrors were your flowers then, the bright red bougainvillea.

They delighted you.
Why do you now weep
And offer me this little gift
Of a dull onyx set in a crown of throns?

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