Of Lilies and Remains

In the marbled reception hall I received a three band gold ring, from Mark

A token of esteem

Running through ghost closet locker rooms to hide from Peter

Who has fallen to the old cold stone floor

Wheezing and emitting a seemingly endless flow of ectoplasmic white goo from ears and mouth

A wind rushes through the hall

Whistles as it breezes through the narrow slits in the green locker doors

I hide in one of these, number thirteen

Barely concealed but hopeful

Blackout

Blackout!

I will climb this high wall

In remembrance of Clancy

To regain or re-earn my life

As I died just a flicker of an eyelid ago

The wall has many holes

And many foot pieces to fasten to

The wall is dangerous, and this is my penance

My penance and my task

I did it once and they wondered

Yet I needed to go one more around

Up breathtakingly

Across rigidly

Down easily

And foolishly

I endeavored again

To climb the wall in vain

And capture back my chain

Of lillies and remains

Of lillies and remains

Of lillies and remains