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The necromancer's ball - revisited



Jean-Baptiste Le Prince | The Necromancer | NG5848 | National Gallery,  London

The devil’s in the detail,
Your cousin’s in the club,
She’s been boozing since yesterday - 
Aye, there’s the rub.

Look in the mirror
Inspect the back of your mind
Microscopically construct another time:
an armed robbery —
you dirty, rotten swine.

sip whiskey, look around, frown.

what could it be?
this city of the bee?
Let’s go have ourselves a look-see.

He lost his mind at the Necromancer’s ball
so what do you think he’ll see?
A dark, empty hall?
He’s hellish tallish, like me.


◄ Torn

The bloody poppy ►


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