“They’ll make your words
Not quite your own,” said Isaiah Brick,
Full of face, dark-hatted,
Him of short-in-the-way smiles.
“Have to watch they don’t go twist them.”
His words, thick as cream,
Loud as a bugle call in full battle,
Filter the dark street,
Wing the ears of the night girls,
And settle like snowflakes on the passing dead.
Isaiah Brick and the Passing Dead.
Isaiah Brick and the Passing Dead.
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Re: Isaiah Brick and the Passing Dead.
Do you take commissions? If we post pictures, would you ever wanna give them stories? It's a gift...don't know how it works for you...but it's awesome. Well done.
"Every genuinely religious person is a heretic, and therefore a revolutionary" -- GBShaw
Re: Isaiah Brick and the Passing Dead.
Thank you, Joel. I don't suppose I would. I seldom write to order(except by the Muse of course). 
Re: Isaiah Brick and the Passing Dead.
Man, there is sizzle in spades all over this ! Thank YOU !!
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: Isaiah Brick and the Passing Dead.
Thank you both.