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Eye Witness

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The view from an enemy’s window
   Is never the same as our own;
The compass of habit swings useless,
   Old certainties overthrown.

Our fear is the witch who ensnares us,
   A hag in Eternity’s pay,
And the past— lives only— inside us,
   As pyramids wither away.

Viewed from such deadly perspective,
   His verdicts are open and shut;
So the lord of the Dead must forgive me
   If I spit in the eye of his slut.