A poem from "The Ages"

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O come up from the bay where the dull sail

Waits in cracked aqua

And linger with the narrowbirds

Wreathed with stalled shadows;

And leave the harbor of mirrors

To the bower of wolves

And know: there is no heaven here to threaten

The darkness of humantide.

Death? A gentleman squire--

See him pass with his nine tranced nuns.

Fear? A banker's pole star

Fixing the center:

There, in the mist-pale distance

Over the appletree hills

The proud combatants, black-helmeted,

Slay back raised demons.

Here, humans come to fall gravidly

Without conflict

In the twilight light of emptytime:

Then to dissolve

'Neath quieter stars. Birds

Fly out, as though trying

To startle us. Yet none recoil:

We've become vast, impervious.

The Map for "The Spider War"

A poem from "The Ages"

The Map for "The Spider War"

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