Child Roland to the Dark Tower Came

 

 

My first thought was,

he lied in every word.

 

You have taken too little care of this.

 

My hope dwindled

into a ghost,

as a sick man very near to death

takes the farewell of each friend.

 

You have taken too little care of this.

 

The knights who to the Dark Tower

addressed their steps.

 

You have taken too little care of this.

 

I think I never saw

such penury,

inertness and grimace.

See, or shut your eyes.

 

You have taken too little care of this.

 

Good saints, how I feared

to set my foot upon a dead man’s cheek.

 

You have taken too little care of this.

 

A great black bird.

Mere ugly heights and heaps.

This was the place –

the Tower itself.

 

You have taken too little care of this.

 

Now for a better country –

one taste of the old time.

 

 

Philip Rush


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