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The voice of Emilien

(A lone voice whispers)

I once met the King of all Darkness 
In France 

As we played poker for my soul 
In a burnt out house

While Edith Piaf sang 
La vie en rose 

On a tattered radio
With no power
He carried in his pocket 

Causing the watching fireflies to dance

I remember asking the Tall Man where he'd been

He said
Paris

To cause the Germans and the Resistance some pain

And as we played in that falling smoke-filled rain
I cheated and won

The prize 

Reaching out through someone after my time has run

After my sunrise was over
Summoned by the setting Sun
In darkness 

To see if the world still cries 
Like it did before me
In 44

So I send this

For we played
Again 
Late last night 

Old Nick and me
And He won

The prize 

Taking me where
The sun don't shine
To be endlessly chastised

So this is my last message

For your eyes
Before your sun rises 

Look to the East
The low drumbeats 

Of World War Three are starting to beat 

For many 
There will be pain like 
Oradour-sur-Glane 

Something so evil
You should all remember 

Who and what you do
In whoever's name

Or you could be playing poker with the Tall Man

As Edith Piaf sings
La vie en rose 
On his tattered radio

As The East and NATO
Trade nukes

Compelled to do so
By the prodding of the Tall Man and the curse 

Of the male ego

Goodbye 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

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