Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse24 Jun 2017

The sunset makes
The dust of June
Warm and glorious.

A small boy screams,
Closely watching
His headscarved mother;

She sheds
Silent tears
While he joyfully

Twists the embedded
Knife deeper
Into the wound,

And the departing god
Conjures a sudden frost-mist
Dusk of mid-winter.