10 February 2019

#10 - shadow master

I've fucked and fought my way across the south
a bloody trail from Naples back to Rome
a shadow master with a gobby mouth
and never any place to call my home.
The patronage of power is my shield
dissolute behaviour is no bar
whether it's a sword or brush I yield
but murder is just one small step too far.

So courtesans and young men heed my call
there's always room for revels at the inn
where Holofernes screams down from the wall
and John the Baptist wears my broken grin
where Judith prowls the campfires like a ghost
and shadows fall as fever on the coast.


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