Over dark water cut by reeds
a small boat plies, the channel leads
to a smokeless fire on a small stone hearth
a barren table of brownwood bark
black heron screeches a night call song
the boatman is wakeful all night long
listens for paddle or stifled cough
knows well the difference tween breath and sough
the loss of the king is the loss of the breath
that gave life to the land and held off death
but: long lost groom
hoped for son
or tall candle unlit
of the one
who is coming
no name said or writ
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