On the day the sun cried
An epicurean
Semiquaver hung
Above
The good red earth.
The cornflower-blue
Horizon.
The jasmine’s diminutive
Austerity – and
The vanished
Comings and goings
Of providence…
Words, overheard – as
A crop
Of ashes fell:
“It’s the Bee’s Knees
Of B-Grade movies
In toto
With re-routed
Drone
Escapees’
Hijacked
Hearts”.
Now, did you – do you
From behind
Our cautionary
Catchment,
See
What it is
I see?
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