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Chattering finches –
In amongst the fallen leaves ~
Indistinguishable.

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Another morning – 

Minded of one just as bright ~ 

Anniversary.

  

Slinky silverfish –
Sadly, cannot let you be ~
Book eating fecker.

Belgrade, tears streaming –
I have no idea why ~
It is your birthday.

Dead men in the back of trucks –
Sometimes thrown in there by friends –
Sometimes not; hands bound.

Always though, lit by a low light –
Syria, Bosnia, Cork: the same light-
Like a Dogme film; the light of ’95.

Dead men in the backs of trucks –
Blood brown and crusty, they still look –
Like they might move, but for the smell.

Who were you, Brother, Father, Son?
and for what have you ended up –
in the back of a truck?

Whether a Coriolanus, or the most unknown –
They all look the same in the back of the truck.
Good men on all sides, they deserve better.

And should it matter –
Whether it was gas or steel ~
They were still children.

…and when Death was near –
Archimedes drew the truth ~
Circles in the sand.

Archimedes’ Death

Battles, Life and Death –
Matter not – all invited ~
I’ll see you again.

Homebound thoughts, Brother –
You would be a year older ~
Full Moon looking down.

Homeward thoughts, Brother –
You should now be thirty four ~
Full Moon, shining down.

On my mind, Brother –
You should be a year older ~
The Moon, shining still.

As if you could go back and change things
As if that would make it better, or worse
that a smell from an old piece of furniture
could bring them back ~ it brings them back.

As if that each time you take off you are fine
would each moment be calm, or enough done?
As if you had parallel lives and chances, many goes
many goes at doing all that could have been…

As if, a languid afternoon lasted longer
Lasted longer, as she stretches, like a cat
As if we had time, and means to use time
and means to allow the if.

As if you could remember, each moment
each moment so perfect, the little guys ~
Little people in their perfection; mainly photos
and videos record their moments of genius of if.

Typically, things could be much worse, as if
we don’t know that; as if wondering if the other roads
are worth taking is useful, as if that could be known ~
We’re on a grand road, surely, sure? As if…

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