Monday, 27 October 2014

Bitter, sweet

Enter, as you left
by the door
the shells shattered
the windows
the sirens splintered
the bird calls
the scorched tyres sobered
the jasmin
the smoke plumes obscured
the sunrise
from the balcony.

Take this limp hand:
the limb lessened
the blow.

The land heaves;
the sky hangs.