Wednesday, 6 January 2010


Look up into your face
And tell me all about it,
And with swallow hardly working,
Imagine life without it.
Smell the broken atmosphere
Following departure,
How the hell can we prepare ourselves
To carry on without you?

See the rosary of people
Slipping through our hands,
Catch the expectation in their eyes,
Before they leave the land.
Their memory falls about us
With vehemence and desire,
All desperate to refuse us,
And make memory a liar.

Eventually they leave us be
Without a face or thought,
Skipping lightly on their way,
Oblivious without.
I look around the back lot
Of rubble in my mind,
A human being of fair design
Is difficult to find.

No comments:

Post a Comment