A wise fool
Bewildered, at the things he left unsaid,
Serendipity, chances offered, all cut dead:
Wise enough to play the fool.
A vicious wind slices through me,
Here on this January night:
Put out the light and then put out the light
Memory cuts through the cold remains of the day
Parcels it up, so the day wont drift away.
Signs hidden by an iron fog beckon longingly to me:
A life lived in vain: guilty memories and shame
Arrive back across a black hole in time.
Listen to the be-jewelled spider-webbed
Frost-filled graveyard echo,
Yew trees shadowed against the moon.
No trembling now from half-remembered tunes.
Eviscerated by all that time can do to
Human hearts and lips and eyes
Trapped in earth-infected graves
Kissed by the tears of remembrance:
Flayed by an ancient consciousness of what is.
I stand alone in this freezing unghosted space,
My insides squirming like a snake,
As I try to make out the palimpsest of names and dates:
Unspeaking frost-whitened eyes.
Free will or fate — too early or too late?
Turned away from hearth and home
From the ends of empire,
We return down these unfriendly urban miles
We, who were born between Belsen and Napalm,
We choose to seize the beauty of the day
Hold it fast, then, give it clean away.