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SWAN SONG

  • Feb 13
  • 1 min read

By Aidan Casey



The bonds fail that link you in

to the world. Now you scale

new heights, now you test

new lows. Take stock.

Older than you ever were,

younger than you’ll ever be,

summon up your net worth.

Multiply by zero!

 

Querulous, truculent,

let your talent gather rust,

set aside avoirdupois,

size yourself up for the drop:

the daredevil, nothing to it,

nonchalant, i-dare-you-do-it,

de la mort, a chanson,

a swallow-dive swan song.

 

Into the forge of saints!

Now you see me, now you don’t.

Deprivation whets her knives,

solitude remakes the mind;

Now melts the solid flesh,

now fails the hollow bone,

& down, down, down you go,

down to the depths below,

 

spiralling, signalling,

twisting through the half-pike,

spinning like a snowflake,

a kamikaze coin-toss:

the daredevil, nothing to it,

nonchalant, i-dare-you-do-it,

de la mort, a chanson,

a swallow-dive swan song!

 

 

 
 

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