Over a Dinner for Two

A jaded present awash
To the waves of a smile,
Refreshes, reclines
To take the form of some cheer,
The chirp of the sparrow
Twittering happily
At the prospect of another day.

He is a picture of an un-peaceful quiet,
His words that failed to negotiate a bend,
Slipped around the cliff of a question,
Now it lies splattered with muteness
To that death question “Do you really love me?”

The air resonates with the violence
Of a shot in the distance,
It’s shaken but not stirred,
It has depth enough
To bury it,
It has expanse enough
To dissolve it.

The choicest shark meat on the menu,
Makes her think of the those eels
She saw disappear into a shark
Their strangulation, their digestion
And their faecesification,
To that death question “Do you really love me?”
21/8/2007