Tuesday, 3 July 2007

07:13 Tuesday


I hear a man climb the stairs and clear his throat

Outside a war is raging

Taste blood on your tongue

I write this only to rob you

People turn to stare from streetcars, spitting

Of fish and water snakes

If your neighbour disappears

It can spread, it can spread

Your wife and your daughter and your son, gone

In his black armour


I have gone too far

Beneath my hands your small breasts

It isn't that you are beautiful


For my love is far away and death is closer

As though a masterpiece

Coffee. Warm bread

I have nowhere to go, nowhere to be

Who will remember us?

Listen, a moan, a murmur, a snigger

To mate for life

Many would have stopped before this

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