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Sir Roger

from Onward, Leaf by rhob cunningham

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When we carry our Roger home
With our friends from abroad all applauding
and leaning on sabres as his horses file past
then, at last, we’ll carry our Roger home

Though charged, one could never presume
any guilt in his wilful behaviour,
sure, priests in their prayers praying to him, not for,
contest those charges you’d never presume

silent wind blowing in from the coast
with a glint of a sword on his shoulder
willow once woven into bridges now crossed
but the cost: silent wind blowing in from the coast

As we’re laying dear Roger to rest
with both previous sites purgatorial
may soil from all three slip through softening fist
to attest that we’re laying dear Roger to rest

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from Onward, Leaf, released February 22, 2022

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