This concrete shrinks each evening,
The sky’s no longer streaming
And my dreams have been bleeding
Together with you in unending
Farewell
The garden-beds lay flat with bitter shame
As crestfallen chlorophyll fades into sorry brown,
The cobbled pathways feel an empty same,
Leading to the faded hue of
this wretched town,
That shamrock breeze that shook
My trees and scattered my fruit on shallow roots,
Picks me up, and from me took
That contented cup that it
so graciously filled
This coronary carrousel that spun and swayed
Our hearts away from the bitter daze
And confusion of moonlit touch,
Has blown its fuse and twirled its last
Round and round
with unholy pasts.
Sweetly Unhappy People 