World Literature:
Dan Disney
(Australia)
Poets (Poem)
as if
there's graveyard dirt on our soles, as if we live
in houses with covered mirrors, as if
each mid-morning there's no right side to climb from our beds
so many muttering about silence,
spruiking the godhead
non-descript as our job descriptions and
making memos to the immemorial
so many thinking on time, on love and where that goes on nothing,
some days hearts may shudder
as we stoop, moan and blink
below an audience of stars arriving early
