Friday, 29 June 2012

Facing the Void

When he smelt the fresher sweat,
tasted little tangs of ‘fear’,
saw the faces turn towards
ancient feel of cap-on-head
that’s when he heard the challenge come!

When he faced the faceless drop,
smelt the bitter coffee top,
heard the cuckoo new in Spring,
saw a billboard’s naked charm
fully, this time, empty now:

dilating lungs and lugholes, eyes;
he named a deeper prayer inside (not history);
his mystery.