Remember that day in the mirror store?
Where those horses galloped four by four,
Led from the tallest chapel to smallest flat;
Their conjuror dressed up like a bat!
Amongst the mist of broken glass,
An image-bond strong enough to last,
A dream of things never before seen:
An Angel, a castle, poor people, their queen;
That lie that fell upon the roof,
His backwards walk, so far aloof,
Proved all to show that it was wrong,
As told by the mermaid, and in her song
The horses danced for all to admire-
The conjuror led them into fire,
Their bodies thrashed amongst the shards,
A life, a lie: it was not ours;
Smoky secrets were reflected once,
Then lost therein the growing months,
As when the snow came tumbling back,
That old storeroom was turned all black,
No more the pieces made a picture,
Horses neither foe nor victor,
No long a dance across those walls
As the door, the last time, falls;
The mirrors could not see it then:
That music he said would play again;
Whole or broken they never spoke,
And now they’ll be forever broke.
Remember that day in the mirror store,
Where horses galloped four by four,
Led from tallest chapel to smallest flat;
Do you remember the master’s hat?