The facts have been
Broadly suppressed
Rumbling, ignored
Under the veranda
Under four feet swaying
In the semi-night
Owning, fluently, the
Adolescent city they see
Augmenting like a strobe
Pouring admissions of error
And the beast is there
Hidden from his view
And she knows
The pachyderm’s rotting
Shell is now burnt
Flaking in sheets like ash
His jaundiced eye
Laced with trails of red
Sees effortlessly through the
Slats smeared with varnish
Howling in cricket darkness
He who does not require
Breath to thrive, instead
Enters her tissue with
Icy bomb in teeth, and she
The stalked and stalker
Hides behind a western shade
Consents with shallow breath
Forging conviction in the
Treachery of his unsolicited gaze
3 July 2009
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