ELUSIVE

And the clock slows
The metronome falls out of time
No longer controls
The heart-rate’s agenda
Stubborn joints unfurl
Warring voices meet and merge
And quieten together
In sudden self-knowledge
Before such grace

BREADLINES

Grain re-sown from
Shell-scarred fields
Processed in familiar form
Unending rows of
White Sliced
Stretching in uniformity
On long trestle tables
Then neatly cut
Into dry flat squares
Which rasp the tongue
Thirsting for life

FATHERS AND SONS

We talk
Of failed fatherhood
Authority abuse
Indissociable for some
From the benevolent but stern
Michaelangelo grandpa
On the ceiling
Of our minds
As we mutter
‘Our Father’

We don’t talk
Of the 33 year old male
Perched high
On the confidence of youth