Ancient History II:
The Lights the Ebbtide Lights
—Arthur Rimbaud
We agree the boy must know something he keeps writing a letter to someone
Is he dangerous?
I do not know although I have helped to fish a bottle from the lake
I do not know
The woman thinks she knows but will not say it
She keeps asking Hadn’t we better blame someone?
The ball does not get lost
The ball does not get lost
I fished her out the lake saying that
I think her son was lost in the village after the first deluge
Was he playing with friends?
If the child was playing with a ball then
It is still there there is still a ball
I cannot talk to her about this
Having lost no one it is hard to talk to her
I sense the Doctor is looking at me too
I think he wants to declare us both hysterical
I just hope to be alone with the woman first I need to tell her something about the boy
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There was a minister
He lost a wife in the second deluge, which swept through the barns
She was alone in the church
The bells…
The man could never explain to me where he was at the time
Whether at home in bed and safe from her nightmare or simply late
Maybe god was expecting him in a way?
He covered his ears when we dragged him out
A proposition I cannot really hold although I do sympathize
I liked the sound of the bells I really did
I tell the Doctor that the woman will be safe with the boy
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The boy will keep scritching at night disturbing the others’ rest
His future is predictable
That pointy stick
I should never have given it to him without checking for damage first
But there is something else, the third deluge
It was given to us by a blight victim, before a tree fall
I just wanted to clear the rats out of the basement, Mia
I wanted them to come down so I poured water into the walls
I’m so sorry it was so high, Mia
I’m so sorry, sorry
His past was uncertain as was his occupation
I called him Sam
He was a good beggar
He made a good friend to me
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Someone was wondering Will we ever crest those hills?
Noting the lakebed swam deeper and deeper with innocents
Noting the criminals that swam abroad
It was then that we had the idea of the oranges
The Doctor had had it first he gave it to the woman who gave it to me
I let the air out of the bag
How did she know I did not know it was a poisoned plot?
It was OK I said I would go after them
I would go after the oranges
I wanted the boy to see me do something heroic
The Doctor appointed me as new minister
He says I can be the victim of the fourth deluge
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The elevations are all that I can understand
The possibilities are what I can seize
The boy is recording the possibilities
I theorize
My name is Sam
I am a doctor of medicine of some renown
There was a ship
There was a woman there was boy
Am I dead?
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There is a palace in the hills
There is a dog on a blue door that is floating up
It is cresting, after a white ball
The dog is masterless
The masterless dog whimpers and places it head down
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Although the stars were not mentioned directly
They lost hope of fresh water after a few days
The people stopped talking and started to lie down
They placed their heads on my lap
This day I have declared to be sunny, completely sunny