The NightwatchmanA Poem by Ken e BujoldClocking off at first light, the
nightwatchman Bids a gooday, howzit to the
blurry eyed binmen Before heading home. He does not
envy them. The endless thanklessness of invisibility
His routine reminder of how the
night’s anonymity Accords a dignity sunup denies. Amon-Ra
Is a deity undisposed towards
small men, The monotony of life like life. Thebes will never be his city. Her
hungers Are appetites far too rich for the
meagreness of his assigned station. Where he disappears to once the world
of Glass & Gold awakes, Begins the daily exhaustion of
decimals, is a question I’ve pondered, but never dared to
ask him. Though I’ve heard rumours of a place somewhere up sun. Ken e Bujold © 2024 Ken e BujoldReviews
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Added on April 18, 2024Last Updated on April 18, 2024 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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