Bulwark

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Bulwark

You were the last bulwark of my dreams,

And now you, too, have tumbled down into the dust.

You, too, are no more than a broken lie.

Something

came between us

green and slimy

like sickly laughter

and a bowl was broken

from which

we could not drink thereafter

and we turned around

and threw

the shattered bits

upon the ground

and went our separate ways

into the town

and a clock

somewhere in a tower

boomed out slowly

hour after hour

a great cracked

broken sound.

You were the last bulwark of my dreams,

And now you, too, have tumbled down.