Oppressive dusk in my room
But lights like splintered bones outside
A stupid moon doubles up laughing
It sees you struggling far away from me
Where the carving blades of community
Drink off the willing or unwilling blood
Of their beasts of burden
Suffocating heartbeats in my room
And the glass of whiskey shatters
Like a snail-shell
My clinging hand wriggles itself bloody
It shows me slavering pain and absurdity
Where the darkened sky fails
To carry the colour of your eyes
Dead silence of night in my room
And the grotesque face of the
Waiting grey-haired in the corridor
The plants squeal and wither away
They succumb to threat and let me shiver
Where the timeless wayfarer pricks
Our scarred hearts with further needles