• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 09
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Waiting for the Catcher

We waited. On him.

Thinking to limbo
Last minute
Under the fast-vanishing
Crack in the horizon

Killing time
You said
'Ain't Them Bodies Saints'
But I never really understood

So I waited. On you.

Thinking, all the while
If only I had known it
That I was Larkin's
arrow-shower, sent out of sight.

And no-one was falling.