Geoffrey Fafard Poems

Well I slid on down to the crossroads
In the darkest hour of night
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A long long time ago
There lived a boy
Who in his youth
Witnessed life with joy
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Savvy my old girl
Has been crook
Bleeding from the mouth and
Acute Pancreas inflammation.
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Immigrant father from the land of terror
What have you learnt now that your son is dead
Conscripted youth fleeing back to the land of terror
What awaits you my child, my boy, my dead young man?
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Only now dear one
In my hour of need I call on you,
Call for you, call out to you
Please help me now, right now, I beg
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The Angel of Tomorrow (The agonies of a little boy lost in the dark)

The angel of tomorrows light
Saw me shed a tear
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I walked from the big house to the villas
In the cool of the late tuscan night
I smelt wheat grass and orange blossom
I heard owls and night birds
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ROPE.

Along the road of sin.
Lots of rope he carries
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(with so many apologies to her)

So there you are and here I am
An ageing friend and an strange old man
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(From a series—Dogs I Have Known.)

Rosie. part terrier, part wind up dog
Part lucky dog
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