if suddenly I met you
if suddenly I met you
one day on the street
no words would come
my mouth would go dry
my skin would turn pale
time would be frozen
the hours would be endless
as they have been
while you were gone
strange to think, how those
who did me the most injury,
no one will remember,
death will finish them
flittering and invisible,
yet sounds of grief, caoining
and wailing, will be heard
emanating from a poet’s house
a great many times
