A community wizened witnessed it all —
Death of a writer,
On a vast, naked stretch with images of
Debris and ingrained mortality.
My pillow was wet on that terrible night
And on my neck of sleep
Hung weariness of an abraded hour
Our streams developed bitumen
Our systems yielded to the force of bilharzias
Our air one space of ground muck
......
A community wizened witnessed it all —
Death of a writer,
On a vast, naked stretch with images of
Debris and ingrained mortality.
My pillow was wet on that terrible night
And on my neck of sleep
Hung weariness of an abraded hour
Our streams developed bitumen
Our systems yielded to the force of bilharzias
Our air one space of ground muck
......