when solomon speaks i dream that he is chasing me
with blood streaming out his teeth and his ring bearing down on me.
i should thank that unlucky star
but harps and halos won't lead me westward now.
my head falls into my hands.
i can't look up at this horror.
nor can i rise to my feet
with no cane in my tender grasp.
the silent worm of the earth has done its solemn duty.
when solomon sings he may tell of holiness
but it's a shrieking in my ear when solomon speaks.
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