Poetry

Thursday, 12 November 2020

Shipwrecks

 Take my hand

The rough sands have deserted us

Take my hand

The lover's candles

Burning us


The dirty tricks which lick

The skull

Have been moving down the barrel

Of the gun


That shatter all innocence

In the breaking of the dawn

And colour the shark's teeth white

And paint the rose blood red

And all the swallowed Edens

That the man walks through

In his life

When he is back on the street and alone

Where the deep black loam of time

Seeps into his soul

And she says to him

Take your time

And the Angel flies away

She leaves on a train

And it begins to rain

When in their way

They say goodbye




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