witness

witness
the coming of the next set
or the exit of the wise.

the night my children up and drowned,
or the morning when the magic man made his round.

witness,
him coming down a back county road,
with a dirty top hat and torn
red cape.

so do i relive the night he knocked at the door
whispering he had broughten,

all that i was looking for?

can i witness a memory,
one forgotten in time,
that was never mine.

the day when the magic man made his round,
the morning when all my children up and drowned
in the creek behind the house.

witness,
when he brought them back,
piled high in a cart,

pulling at the different strings
of this stain glass heart.

witness,
again,
the night he knocked at m door.
whispering he had brought me,

all that i was looking for.