We are the group
Come together to be
The group and only by this
Are we the group. This arcane
Construction of therapy
The circle
Which begins before we exist
And will
Exist after
We leave, we mirror
The universe. Each of us carries
Our dark package into the room.
Each night we unwrap a little more.
A death here, a separation there
A longing that will never be filled
A vampire feast
Where little victories are entrees
Still the work shines
In its own dull light.
When Nicholas speaks about his mother
We hear the tightening noose of the old double-bind
Love.
Money and Power -
Jealous children peaking through a crack
In the ballroom door we squeal
And touch its shining teeth
And scars.
He is the one who needs this most I think
As he the one who prepares to go.
With his major problem which was leaving -
Wives and lovers mostly -
Taught us some nobility, humble
And as close to real as I will ever know.
With each of us he left a gift
His words hang around the circle like fire
This ritual in the age of fake ritual.
This coven in the age of computers - he stands to leave
And like the wordless tribe that made us what we are
We ask for messages from the unknown world
We may never know. Tears, quick
Touch us all - and let us go.