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And Silent Silent Silent Go
 

And silent silent silent go
the last footsteps
of falling day
 

and silent silent silent fall
the glor’ious stars
of our decay
 

I stood nearby
affixed
in thought
as you peered through
the spying glass
 

to southern shores
dark blue
   beneath
       the fields
          and rolling
          hills of grass
 

I said to you
my friend
my love
one day these shores
will cease
to be
 

but you looked on
adrift
in thought
as the waves
   rolled forward
                  silently
 
 

c. 2000
∆ Appeared in FIRE: No. 18 (Oxford, UK)