Ken Fifer
APRIL 4
Like the stone Moses paralyzed
On The Pope Julius Tomb
We are almost across
The silence without interlude
Our letters run off the page
Into the silence after the words
I mean our days and nights run off
To the empty wire coat hangers
As soon as you step out you're lost
To the thermos on my left
I'm cold and hoarse in my outdoor thirst
To the ashtray taken away and returned
We're a flash of heat and the flesh of ash
I polished the silverware after you left
Daylight ran away through the plates
I looked out the window and drifted away
Forgetting the special fire we're made of
We're ashamed and later bored
Why not undress have some cake and coffee
I just meant to take your coat off
After forty years of stones and thirst
After anger like a wilderness
Sit down relax have a smoke
I mean our days and nights run off
