# 1,002: rome; a play in nine lines

(takes place at the general enquiry desk of the bus-stop)

heron: you wouldn’t get away with it then
          when community was a slug’s crop-circle
          & the silver-foamed saliva of a copper in your ear

leather: they can do what they want on the streets of india
            cultures of dud cities & relationships
            pens with no insides

heron: today has been beautiful but tomorrow will be beautifuller
          scooped-out pink on a perfect blue
          rome will flick on in their minds like the moving brick of a lizard