…now just a bit of old charcoal
lost his buttons and cigar…a
charmer in a waistcoat now stuck
in silhouette waiting for Jesus
in the dust to be swept away
as an obsidian briquette
with chatoyant eyes
listening to the magpies
like a ghost stuck on stale rye
lost his buttons and cigar
Powerfully penned, Adagio. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian.