Barbatos



Follow the lowing of the cattle,
the tweets & re-
tweets of red-breasted robins
to find him. His dominion

diminished & old
enough he must employ his sturdy 
longbow as his walking stick, 
his hounds still 

sniff out treasure 
buried by wizard & pirate 
alike. Follow him 
across the glen & he will 

show you wonders tucked w/in
the gnarling of his grey-
white beard: glass beads,
bright marsh lights

aglint with cold fire;
his flicker will tell you
the way through
the mazey wood to

the fair ring where
fireflies alight sans
merci, mercurial,
for the poor & you are

the poor; lantern of
no warmth, Barbatos'
baubles useless but
stultifying.  Lose

your self & dance
forever.  Heaven
for the better sorts--this
is your place, this is the place for you.

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