Poetry

Tuesday, 21 April 2020

Silver moon dust of days

What is an island?
An island is a man
Who has isolated himself

The dogs are out late tonight
The dogs are crying mercy
Mercy on the moon
The moon is crying mercury
In the fluids of its doom
For once the dogs
They ran up there
Once when they were wolves
And the moon is crying for the horses
Locked inside their stalls

What is an island?
An island is a city
Full of archipelagoes of people
It is this cursing
Blackness in the heart
Of the Cathedral

It is the bells which toll
At stake but for the one
Who burns in the immediacy
Like a fire in the sun

Who are the children
When their parents have gone
Trodden into dust
What can be left
Of someone
What remnant is there
What part is left?
What makes us human
What gives us dignity
What of our faculties which are bereft
Deny a person freedom
Where does their personhood begin and end
What is the limit of government
Where is the privacy
Where is the public friend
Who can give us liberty
When nothing comes
And nothing ends

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