epilogue – Issue Six

They came in the night with chains
And padlocks and rope,
Anything to bound the drawers
In the hope of keeping the words within.
A matter of protection,
They said,
The air is an aging thief –
Look what it does to wine!
Dusty bottles of envious vintage
Need to be emptied
Within a minute or two, alas.
Light is a sickly touch
Putrefies paper to a crispy scab.
Keep them closed
These drawers of Heed,
Safe
For future generations.

Last night the guard whose duty it was
Succumbed,
Changed as if
The identifying fragments of self
Teleported away.
Banished to a boat on a crimson sea
Retelling what he can remember
To the birds.

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