july 2022




…' we, on this earth - ' the graffiti read

leaving the rest - so much - unsaid


did it mean, perhaps, those distant footnotes

to some illiterate universe or other


or these phenocrysts embedded in my heart

telling me of some fastidious evil


that just never seems to go

that always appears to slip


effortlessly into every word

but, perhaps it meant to say


that we are the eyes and ears of the unborn

their thirst, their hunger


yet still somehow gratified with ourselves

blind to what we have done


that hyphen a denunciation

or perhaps, even the vehemence of nothing at all


and yet, if we do hold the hands of the unborn

we must perforce become embedded in the universe


and, as ever, slip anonymously

through this unfinished darkness…