If Mount Fuji said
"I am tired
Of being here;
I want to be over there"
Who would dare say no?
(Probably a cat.
Cats are not impressed
By mountains
Or anything, really.)
A portmanteau
If Mount Fuji said
"I am tired
Of being here;
I want to be over there"
Who would dare say no?
(Probably a cat.
Cats are not impressed
By mountains
Or anything, really.)
There's no reason you need now to know
But someday it'll be useful, maybe, to've been told that
Three or four or seven blocks away from
Your starter house (where you've been
For thirty-two years because it's
Sometimes hard to get started and there
May be no good reason to since if destiny's
All this while been desperately looking for you
What hope it'll find you if you blow along
Before every stiff wind?) there's a storage room where
Unemployed shadows, some in almost mint condition
And others with the ragged look that comes from being
Too long on the run from their enemies, gather.
Perhaps you'll have sudden call for a new shadow
That can't be traced or possibly you'll be looking
For advice on entering the shadow trade
Or maybe you'll never have call to remember
That to find your new best friends it's important
To turn left then right and don't look back.
The first time you smell it
You think " There;s no mistaking it;
That's the smell of burning bone."
My Grandfather Joe was a changeling
Small and precise and wary and
Out of place in a large, vague family.
His brothers and sisters wore glasses;
He could count the feathers on a bird
Three miles away. (I started to write four
But his ghost shook its head at me).
He was not one to forget an injury
Over time he found that the grudges
His soft-natured kin couldn't keep
All came to live with him.
Through intermediaries
The demons who'd left him as a joke
Offered to take hin back but his family
Refused. He knew this because Lena,
His sister, told him during a chess match,
Hoping to put him off his game.
Suppose for just one day
Iron's child knows how to burn
Sunset makes things as before
Except the world's full
Of drifting steel ashes
Thx for yr order
Regret infrm o/o nightingales
Cn supply nightmares, nightjars, nightrobes,
Martingales or gallowglasses.
Lightning rods on order expect soonest
We appreciate yr bsnes
During the present
Emergency my great uncle
Dan has agreed, grudgingly,
To play Hermes but only the
Psychopomp bits. Caravans to
Hades will leave each
Afternoon at 3:45 and arrive
By 11 the next morning because
That's how long the Twentieth
Century train took to get from New
York to Chicago when Dan
Rode it in 1938. Those wishing to book
In advance are advised to purchase
Tickets from Dan's wife Jenny and
Not from Jenny's brother Joe.