My meeting with the Stasi
After they left
he had the time,
as the coffee grew cold,
to re-imagine the interaction,
discount his treachery,
not that he would ever talk of it,
or even let himself dwell on his actions,
until the next time they came calling.
I was interested in how people live with their betrayal. How they manage to go about their daily lives. Does it require some kind of double think?
This next poem is self explanatory.
early this morning at the allotment
for the umpteenth time
at the bottom of the white
drought dry
water tub
a trapped mouse
runs its circumference
I turn the tub on its side
faster than light
the prisoner escapes
and I had thought the real reason I had got up early was to water...
Here are The Weepies.
Until next time.
Thank you. The second is a true tale and the first? Who knows where it came from.
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