Monday, 2 September 2013

Letter from home, home

Had not spoken
a fragment of a word
to other human units

In over a month / the suburb dully gleams
a coin tossed heads or tails yet neither;
suspicious activity will be reported –

I’m running clothed
as a pantomime horse
from high street to railway station

the shadows of the dead
lie unburied on the streets.

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