TWO POEMS
He caught
his
wrist in a broken belt
And smashed his arm to shreds.
They carried him home on a first-aid stretcher
Past the unfriendly sheds.
Two years on workmen's compensation
One on the P.
A.
C.,
He told me one evening by the canal
He could never marry me.
I looked in the dark water
Where the moon hung blank as stone,
I looked at his angry, bitter face
And I walked home alone.
0 life was empty and dreary,
My hopes were broken all
I could only find distraction
In the dance or amusement hall.
More real than earthly flowers
Are the blossoms of the film,
They have no fragrance time can take,
No gusts disturb their calm.
More sweet than carnal passions
The longings that I feel
All evening long as I lie within
The arms of an ideal.
After each day in the workshop
At the clattering machine
I live my loves in the cinema
On an aluminum screen.
D.
s.
SAVAGE
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