Thursday, October 22, 2009

Holly Martins Betrays Harry Lime in Vienna

shine your light
on now

and snare
the moment

before it flees
fox-like into tomorrow

or burrows
into the dank dark
hummus of yesterday

outside your bright sphere
shadows wait

assassins all

they queue up
and plead prayers
of love

they raise
extinguished torches
as clubs
of unconscious

and goosestep
down damp cobblestones
as zithers play