doesn't it? - the part; untouchable, outlandish,
esoteric, inarticulate and out of reach
of human love : studied every day by your wife,
an ordinary honest woman out of place
in all this, wanting nothing more than the man
she married, all her sorrows in her stolid face.
Blake Morri son
HIM
Like an arctic fox snapping up grounded guillemot chicks
he hangs out in the parks and wastegrounds, the id of
cities,
for time to bring her to this pretty pass.
Something has broken from the front of his mind
leaving
JUSt
the back of it, a daubed cave
of
hunters and
hunted
where no one but these girls can be allowed .
So he waits for them, leggy like deer in their ankle socks,
loud with an innocence he takes for the lack of it,
full of themselves, full of their mums and dads.
This one especially, wet-eyed as a leveret:
at the corners of sight she flickers like a red ignition light,
coming and going in her striped neck-scarf and PVC mac.
And soon there'll be a day she peels off from the others–
a buckle to be fastened, a brooch to be gone back for–
and then will be the time to introduce himself.
