Fortitude
Is that a word?
Walking with a fragile heart
Drawing conclusions.
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Spine
The big sleep
Sounds appealing
All our secrets
Running wild
Arrival
Lightfast interior
No black and white photograph
Just two of earth’s own.
Spring
Score pacts through red clay
Fingertip wavy ink trails
Gathering the prey.
Summer
Blood’s sudden distance
In the need for possession
Your disgust haunts me.
Autumn
Ceremonial
Leaves an absence of colour
Still unfastened day.
Departure
Fish, bird, skin held taut
Language, tribe, vast stretch of land
Between you and I.
Delusions of Candour
The suitably informed
Won’t look beyond their first source
That tells them what they knew all along
They’re right and you, of course, are wrong.
Blind panic
I am a mouse.
Timid. Listening.
Scrambling.
I’ll die.
You are a rock.
Human. Vast.
Beautiful!
My shelter in winter.
You see me and despair.
We’ll live.
Indifference
For all the noise
It is bloated indifference
That is most ravenous.
Our horror in realising
The relative closeness
Of its smile wrapped
Around our face
Smothered in silence
Complicit snake.
Line
We look down into the void,
Its yawning indifference to the weight
Placed on both sides, barely aware,
How close to the edge we all are.
Appalled. Too afraid to let go.
And fall into what had been forgotten.
Territory.
The world seems such a small place.
That, or its lights shine brightly.
And those at the front are left to burn.
