Wednesday 29 February 2012

182

Pastiche in green : an empty
Bottle of Heineken lies on
Its side in the gutter
Of the track. Dead soldier

Coated with quiet rain.
It is propped in the
Bed of the sleeper. Air
Forms at its orifice :

The empty chamber
Resounds with its purposes,
Elastic. The end of air
Is dominion : full presence.

Our forlorn Dane is bound
To it, like the receptacle
Of the last word of God,
As fire is born of air.

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