Thursday, February 17, 2011

nights of long knives

Your ghost
Had his hair
Parted to the right
It is one of the most
Recognisable sights
In the crematorium
When the woods
Crackle and burn
It calls the insects
To the flames
One blindly follows
the other while grimly
you stood
beside though your teeth
you couldn’t hide
you were
only a shadow
in that leaping light



just before the sun
sinks
I think oh what a night
It’s going to be
But before I know it
It’s another morning
The gilded hours
have passed unnoticed
between dozing off
and fighting off sleep


and here I think I’ll be given
to guard the king’s treasury





I’ll woo you
With my spaceman
Promise you that
Hand in hand with you
I shall see my thousandth sun
Then how will you turn me down
When I tell you
I am not of this ground
Even as I kneel
To see whether the sandal fits
You will squeeze into it I know
Though it should bite and pinch
And come away one foot bare
And the other bleeding
With me leading you
Across the moon because
You have the breath of stars
In your bosom
You want to live
In the skies