V.101

This author will still be read, when
the sun has enveloped the earth
in a stifling embrace, and rock
again attains its prevalence

It will go down in history
down into the land, under it
with the rust, into the magma
where the planet forgets itself

The nation’s glory shall ring out
through the debris field in deep space
as comets impact planets, dull
armadas in the dead empire

They will still talk about today
when mouths are a thing forgotten
and the only concept is cold
Cold that stills the slowing atoms

I will remember you until
I lie on the linoleum
watching the inlaid glitter blur
until a galaxy appears

I will remember you, my love
breaking the law of the poem
We will forever have been us
There is nothing that can change that.

A Pound of Flesh, by Paul Éluard (1948)

I am a man in the emptiness
Deaf Blind Mute
On an immense pedestal of black silence

Nothing This oblivion without end
This perfection, a repeated zero…
Solitude, finalised

The day is clean of work, and the night is pure

Sometimes, I wear your sandals,
and I step towards you

Sometimes I put on your dress
and then: I have your breasts, your stomach

So, okay, I see myself under your mask
And I know myself

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The Lack

I sit here gazing into our garden
and my thoughts are thrown to a future
where you are gone from the world –
by the sound of voices and strings from the radio

I imagine your funeral, the darkness of the church
The tears of the congregation of your life
and me sat here in this house again, after
gazing into the future without you

And I catch a taste of what must be
the lot of the losers, having lost their shining thread
drawn into old places, without the old guard –
the cursed nostalgia, unrelenting

Unable to move, unable to remove
from life, the anchors of the past
and I understand for a second
what loneliness is.

And for a second it destroys me.
The lack is not someone missing –
it is someone all too there, overdetermined.

Your loss, already overthought
will haunt me until it, too, passes
and we see my real reaction.