Mary Lee From Germany

 

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

A transmission from a man dressed in green. 

One of the most beautiful souls I've ever seen. 

Shall we begin. 

(A lone voice whispers) 

My life ended

At a quarter past three

When she came

My collector

Mary Lee

From Germany

The churchyard bells

Loudly rung

Old hymns and love songs 

Were beautifully sung

As I watched my wake

High on a hill 

Below

Sat under a grand old oak 

In the late November snow

I tried to say

It couldn't be true

Mused

I still lived

With so much more to give

But

My collector

Mary Lee

From Germany

Said

The Elementals

With fevered breath

Wait to savour your prose

So bid goodbye 

To all those you see

Or know

For as the sun still shines

You are now one of the dead

Marked by the Elder Futhark Runes

Uruz

By secretive rulers

Of you and me

So take my hand and

Wave goodbye to your old life's teachers

For Saquestia

Awaits us

By the Golden Pole

That never rusts

Where the thoughts

Of the living 

Can never reach us

(C)

Copyright John Duffy