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His headstone verses writ in water

Draw the eye unto the fact of death

Nothing left, bereft. Except the words.

Lichen lines that love-and-only-love remembers.

All we knew was the deepest blue of

This good man’s eyes. It is written in blood

That mortal love will always end like this. Time

weathers the stonemason’s art to a flat palimpsest

of hieroglyphics which resemble not the zest

or pumping blood of those lost defenders of Constantinople.

Stones do not record the passing

Shadows of a glance, a look.

Such kisses that we all desire

Eulogise our tear-filled eyes as we stare into winter

Fires, and disguise is less than futile,

As we gather all the force that we can muster

To face this meeting with our fates on All Souls’ Day.
['John Edward Marks', 'Jem']
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