Thursday 3 May 2012

ELIOT REFRACTED

At the violet hour other echoes
inhabit the garden; a voice that was broken
with sorrow — a tedious argument of insidious intent.

After the event he wept, forgot
the cry of gulls and the deep sea swell
and, clawing at the pillow slip,

Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,
by sea-girls wreathed converse with spirits
and find themselves disgraced. The vacant

interstellar places between desire
and the spasm held the housemaid
on his knees. The undertaker wiped his feet.

When the police dog returned to his beat
there wasn't a single one left in the street

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