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The Flight

Slayer, I shall forever long
To hear the executioner’s song

We will have coffee when we meet
Espresso for you, cappuccino for me
I like it frothy, the cream greasing my lip
As I pucker at the rim
You want it bitter
The cup to splinter

We will have coffee
When you drive me
Into the arms of the naked and the dead
Those prisoners of sex
The armies of the night
Putting up a fight

Why are we at war? I ask
They hand me a coffee flask
In the castle of the forest
I walk towards the harlot’s ghost
And learn about a fire on the moon
Wasn’t that how you filled the big empty noon?

Slayer, I shall forever long
To hear the executioner’s song

~FV

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This was written for Norman Mailer. He just did not go well with tea, so I have used coffee. The italicised words are names of his books, and so is the title.