The Tallyman


Chalk marks on his board
of living days and deeds seen. 
Your progress towards the open end 
of death judgement and oblivion. 
Each soft touch taken or given 
another meaningless scratch is riven 
in the depths of black or white. 

Each gentle word heard or unheard 
but spoken nonetheless to curse or bless 
and chalk scrapes marks 
in boxes bright or dark. 
The Tallyman records the mark
is ever fair, unpartisan he doesn’t care 
if you win or lose, he records you choose. 

And in the end the columns tote 
reflect the lies of good or bad 
in your own eyes for he just 
marks the board and keeps the score.

© Dave Kavanagh @

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