IN BROMPTON CEMETERY
Slowly, the spring sun
Lifts the morning mist –
Dissolving absurdities,
T easing the broken lines of greying crosses
To a Graeco-Roman splendour.
INTERVAL
The wind has dropped,
And there is only the gentle rain,
Fine and soft as the feel of your body in its underslip
As
I kneel and take strength from you.
CACTUS
FLOWER
Nothing much can happen. Which is why
She invites me, plying me with wine,
Food, cigarettes, music from ancient lands
Where black-shawled women died
to
make her possible–
Lighting a candle carefully next to me
With hands she knows I long to touch.
PERFORMANCE
The scene varies
But the action is the same–
Carmen
Delilah
Cleopatra
Amneris,
Sending their men to their death.
