Godfrey

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He saw the lights
And turned to say
He witnessed miracles
And learned that day
Books by hand
“Zey burned avay”
Satisfied guilt?
(Some churned in play)

Falling
He fell
Soaring
He flew
Into ash
Lain down
By the hands of giants
Upon which
He breathed the dust
That only a novice in things
Could ever understand
Or appreciate

He dreamt
Defying the law of hooks
Breaking tyranny’s chains
As though it still mattered
As he laid calm
In the heath

(It was warm)