yesterday in thief
there is a boy in this here head of words
stubborn he will as not say yesterday
until the old songs drink tears
he runs form shadow to shadow
glinting now and then in a laugh
that howls upon a full moon’s years
to chase him is to lose him
to turn away a keepsake
sleep again half-awake
for the dogs of the war run loose
and time will bring to heal
all of yesterday in thief
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