The Hollow Way in the Dark Wold > This: The Supplement > The Old Poet

6
Which is rest under a cross
your mouth sunk in as if
to open again with the final poem
that one the silence writes.

12
Resting in Venice, I sat on the Dogana's steps
as if I were a poet. I saw water, stone, flesh
& what it made to hide itself within.
In the end it'll all go, won't it? In the noise or silent
even the writing of it & the words.
CLICK!

exit