Posted 15 August 2006on:
THE BLACK & WHITE PHOTOS ARE OF TRUETT VINSON AND BOB; IN THE FIRST THEY ARE FIGHTING WITH SWORD AND GUN; IN THE SECOND THEY ARE BOXING
Something tapped me on the shoulder,
“Come with me.
Leave the world of men behind you,
come where care may never find you,
come and follow, let me bind you
where in that dark silent sea,
tempest of the world never rages;
there to dream away the ages,
heedless of times turning pages,only, come with me.”
“Who are you?” I asked the phantom,
“I am rest from hate and pride.
I am friend to king and beggar,
I am alpha and omega.
I was councillor to Hagar
but men call me suicide.
“I was weary of tide breasting,
weary of the worlds behesting,
and I lusted for the resting
as a lover for his bride.
And my soul tugged at its moorings
and it whispered, “set me free.
I am weary of this battle,
of this world of human cattle
all this dreary noise and prattle.
“This you owe to me.”
Long I sat and long I pondered,
on the life that I had squandered,
over the paths that I had wandered
passed life’s struggles and its fray.
And my soul tugged with new vigor,
huger grew the phantoms figure,
as I slowly pressed the trigger,
saw the world fade swift away.
Through the fogs old Time came striding,
radiant clouds were bout me riding,
as my soul went gliding,gliding,
from the shadow into day.