Friday, 8 January 2010


Shall we all fall down and surrender
As if we’ve been hurt,
Or rendered inert.

And gather round and visualise
Our final resting place,
And recognise the day.

Speak of former distant lovers
As though they meant less
Than any other test.

Justify our final actions
As somehow quite bold
Until the facts unfold.

People the time we have acquired
With nothing but us,
And our desire for love.

Discover the space is charged
With little of use,
And largely reduced.

Weep and cry and demonstrate,
With stamping feet,
One last great heartbeat.

Or…meet someone quite suddenly,
And feel the warmth again.
Well…couldn’t we? My friend.

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