26 April, 2007

“Si monumentum requiris, circumspice”… (If you seek (his) monument look around you)

Kate McInnes

Leaning lamp eyes groan
rapturous insects hover-
lewd fierce squirming clouds
out of the malignant dark.
Beneath the fetid glow
a pile, a shape…
smoky
rumpled rags
crumpled dumped,
those steely lean eyes
now satedly snooze
buried
by crispy
quarrelsome newspapers.
The shambles of brown bagged sentinels
Their jarring percussion
silenced…
mouthing now
an empty
o.
Leaning lamp eyes groan
rapturous insects hover-
lewd fierce squirming clouds
out of the malignant dark

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