Seventh of sixth with a rising whift

Seventh of sixth got a rising whift,

Plumes of smoke for the air to shift.

Wheeling and dealing,

fixing and healing.

People arising with soot on their ceiling.


Laughter and dancing,

Singing and prancing.

A full mooned sky,

with plenty to fry.

meanwhile   I   was just necromancing.


Is it against the law to be read?

use respect gained from talking to the dead?

I tried to be just,

just forgive and forget.

but now its gone in – deep into my head.





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