AND THEN THERE WAS ONE

And it's all down to this outrageously braveheart board-pin sticking onto concrete a fast-melting Mankind...

ALL DOWN

The doves all shot down,
Each one;
Their feathers now adorn,
My son's tell-tale crown.

ROOMS UNINHABITABLE

Without You, within is just another of those rooms,
Perenially collapsible,
Where bruised taps gurgle forth dark anguish to be sucked in by the writer's quill;
This room, now become a Gothic museum, made by your absence utterly uninhabitable.

TIME

Allow me to struggle through this vacuous time stretching from your end to mine; with much fancy, we shall soon have it transmuted into the precious wink of a moment inundated with vital sweet-nothings which posterity shall dreamily lap up.

DIVINE JANGLE

With the planes flying in at a brick-shaking low, all this compulsive banter-across-the-dinner-table might at last be put to rest:
A Divine jangle above helping us perfect Silence below.

ALONENESS

He mocks Aloneness from this moment to that, gathering at his table a happy constellation of tea cups, ironing out in fondness ghosts of creases-upon-linen left behind by a community of animated wrist-thumps.

POEM THIEF

And always, it is the settled fate of your honest-to-death Poetry, that people shall read, read and nod, nod and leave, and you shall count in hope an infinite times over for absent sheets smuggled away in pockets ripping at the seams with violent proprietorial love.