LOVE POEM BY BILL MANHIRE

If you asked me
to choose, I'd hesitate
some.

Love. Not there.
Unseen.
Being near

when your limbs bend
and soften
like sand under seawater.

I'll talk the ocean bed
to you. A tentacle that grips.
The abyss.

LIFTED

for BM

It is noisiest here in this middle place,
He made certain preparations. He attended to the birds.
The stars above Alzon.

behind the house, out of sight.
clear sky above the ocean,
and, as usual
was still there, snoring softly, while the children were
of crossing the road;
I was the man who was extraordinary.

other friends in bars and sports clubs, and soon we had a

The bathtub was simply full of the victim.
'Invisible Mending', but no-one went in or out.

Adam and Lazarus were never seen again.

somehow hidden:
while so much of my father was missing.





as a freedom sound (do not cherish memory): which is

river, which of course they cannot see: the park is


There are new words for love
Benevolence and Hope and Dichtergeist.



and drawing room and wealth
has started to croak something,