Yannis Kondos
MIDDAY DREAM
- How many afternoons I slept alone
with my skin -
with my skin -
Splintered doors letting in
strips of gardens.
In the distance, just visible,
a girl is playing “The Last Post' on a bugle.
A dead man falls from the sky,
light as a feather.
He gets hitched onto the roof.
strips of gardens.
In the distance, just visible,
a girl is playing “The Last Post' on a bugle.
A dead man falls from the sky,
light as a feather.
He gets hitched onto the roof.
“Now they bury them deep, and it’s raining.'
It’s raining.
Light rusts.
It’s stopped.
The girl just manages
to swallow her bugle.
Light rusts.
It’s stopped.
The girl just manages
to swallow her bugle.
Everything fades out.
A bell tolls frenziedly.
(Noon full of ink and stones.)
MERCURIAL TIME, The Sceptre Press, Knotting, Bedfordshire, 1978.
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