Macabre/Number 5/Homecoming

by Charles Shaw

For works with similar titles, see Home-Coming.

Homecoming

there, in the cold truth of dawn,
coming home,
he hears the park statues
muttering darkly;
there, in the taut light
of new-day-to-come,
twisting the last strip of lust
round his brain.

now, on the edge of
no longer to-morrow,
stuffing torn memories
into his pride,
now fumbling darkly
up flights of rude stairs,
flints of ungrandeur,
to fall on his grave.

-- Charles Shaw

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