The Trademan’s Promise

By | 1 December 2013

for Jez, Huw, “Disco” Dan, Anthony, Rufus and Paula

better to carve names
in a tree in some lost valley
known only to tribes long since
vanished like wisps of smoke
better to ask the wind the heedless
bitter fickle wind to carry your kisses
for the night to stop listening, better
for the age to stop conflating hubris
with pride and for the angry and the
disavowed to stop grasping for that
one perfect word that will melt the
edifice like a shadow, better all the
unloved and the loveless reach some
sort of pact and lie down together in
the molten dark of an improbable night
than that a poem of mine should ever
justify the leaden silence of this house

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