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The Plague Doctor (Poem) 2005-02-05 - 12:27 a.m. 
I am hatched from my own head,Distilled by the dead skull, Fragmented like the dawn, Perched upon who I was. A bird mask is my home, Bony black orbits behind, A tapered bill, Shut to the ages. And on a weathered plain, Rolling brown beneath the crane, I paint the air in language, Of fireworks and flares, I cannot speak, But through your eyes. I peddle panacea, As diseases breed around me, And the loved ones die, From inertia or obscurity. I too will fade in time, A statue of feet and heads, Lost to the wailing world, But for your flash of sound. |
