Perihelion - October 2002
Hecatomb - Robbie Bain
(page 13/16)


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Throw your thigh-bones into the fire,
And shout your pleas to the grace
Of imagined power. Look to heaven,
High place where always dwell
A multitude of unity.

Clasp and whisper, to the winds
Which will pick your horizons
To the all-hearing ears. No matter
Where they reside, except an answer
To be gleaned from the whistling breeze.

Perhaps to dance, and sing, and revel
In the joyful springtimes, make
Your sacrifice to the world itself,
A bribe to the fates and the spirits
Whose chance decides life.

Yet where and when you bow your head,
Matters greatly, if you kiss the very Earth
And answer to the calling voices
To your framework, your life-plan
Based on deference.

What pantheon calls back to the unworthy?
They merely imagine, the others say.
It is chosen through imagination.
The choice is rich, and each on right
So where to lay your bet?
Pick wisely, though, for after all the luck
You have already, can you be sure?
Faith binds to the track, splints
A broken confidence,
And breaks the fragile will.
But are you free?

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Robbie Bain