#1827 - jollies of the gone

 

1827

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jollies of the gone

a fanfare for the vanished

for Peggy Ganville Hicks’ ‘Etruscan Promenade’

 

dream back before the day begins

roof of a tomb where we touch

the old Italic marble runs

 

a petal strew summer wilt to

eyes of a wonder up

 

and tripping the gone garden

instruments inventing  

so that we’ll sing the song lost

 

imagine as must

we had to too

 

all the gone are us

 

never broke a sweat

 

I believe they are all dancing

as if shone by the one brass sun

 

it was time crept over their map

 

boots and helmets

legion comes to finish them

 

one day wake to this again

and smell these roses still

 

there’s no one knows who we were to be

no one knows who we were