WHEN THEY FINALLY
TAKE THE AIR
And, yes, be sure, they shall be coming
for it soon - the most fresh air of the Irish
Sea, the blows and winds of Port Au Prince,
all that's pleasant everywhere. Replaced by
lethargy. Replaced by a negative hole where
something used to be.
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The things they say are fairly senseless :
the sun will clean the carpets, leave them out;
the air can freshen things. Meanwhile, in
purple mourning vestments, they polish the
bullets and re-charge the guns.
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When they finally take the air, and they'll
be coming soon, what will be left? How shall
we see and what shall we sense? How many
minutes, I wonder, will make up these
new hours.
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