a part

and the snack gets eaten.
i don´t know,
nothing is written on my board
many are dying and i stand apart from the brothers
no better than any other pebble moved by the swelling waves

sinfonia poetica em 5 passos

flying in the hours of darkness
crying and sobbing

sign ship launches its epic,
signifier complete with salt and barnacles,
signified : simply sound and fury

skin is tough and porous
let the tears out
and hold the pain off

nothing is revealed,
well, how could it be otherwise ?

AND DEATH SHALL HAVE NO DOMINION

voices

she wants
space, time to think,
to step back and find her voice
but voices without talk
are self-indulgent tyrants

not alone

backpack, supplies,
down the track which fades into the desert
modern hermit, tin cup clinking,
seeking locusts, honey and truth
yet not alone :
with him, in every pore of his body
the English language
and the truth he may find
will be of those isles.

one

one
one foot
in
front
one foot in front of

the
other