The Watchman

Who sees what the watchman sees
As he walks his own solitary round?
When the leaves have left the trees
And the lights are turned low down?

Who feels what the watchman feels
When the long night’s a winding sheet?
When hollow echos dog his heels
And charity, has fled the street?

What company does the watchman share
While common kindness sleeps in bed?
What love does the watchman bare
In this, a world of dark and dread?

What thoughts does the watchman think
When morning turns his footsteps home;
After the rigor begins to shrink
From a landscape turned to stone?

Who meets the watchman at his door?
What kind smile warms his muffled soul?
Who’s care redeems him of the whore
That is the watchman’s role?

The Watchman

Thomas Akers

Buena Vista, United States

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Narrow or broad, man or metaphor, the human condition alloyed to government or the other way about? Hubris perhaps in a tight and cheap suit…

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