"He dines alone surrounded by reflections"*
of the moon tracing lines
from dot to red dot
scattered on labyrinth walls
Body of man-
who dares chase the unfortunate
where corners halt
into another passage
– call to mind your ancestry
and forbear the covenant
you made with your father’s son
Tell Theseus his thread is cut
*Line from "Witch Doctor", by Robert Hayden
*Line from "Witch Doctor", by Robert Hayden
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