all of these

1998

all of these,
and 
more




as the nights of passion are
cooled by memory


as the street bears the weight
of a beggar with a broken mind


as the ghosts of failed armies
wander and wander




I will remember
these,


all of 
these




as the beetle struggles 
with its overturned shell


as the night whips the petals 
into buds


as the flame
chews into your candle




I will remember 
these,


all 
of these




as pound is pulled free
of his kennel


as castro tears me with 
a speech of perfect rage


as the tills ring 
in crescendo



I will remember
these, 


all of 
these,




as a crab gives way
to a plastic bag


as rimbaud is freed
of his cancerous leg


as the bombs are now 
being lifted




all of 
these,


I will
remember

© 1998, Brad Evans
61 Glenmere Close
Cherry Hinton, Cambs, UK