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At Nightfall There’s nobody’s home But the clock. The statue Of wintry Odin paces In place in the garden. The whiteness of death. The sting of frost. Snow and chrome. There’s nobody home. Again that one black eye. Again the chiming clock. It gets earlier each day And Odin’s here alone. Again I go to sleep In the armchair by the clock. It gives out a little sigh. Again that one black eye. The statue gathers the snow The fire gathers the heat. The chime sounds like the sea. You, as always, are gone. Odin's one black eye In all that endless snow. You were my mother once. Then you had to go. posted by Reen |link| 0 comments |