If the anger came out

this page couldn’t contain the onslaught,

the swift, hard lines and coarse rivers flowing

carrying away the silt downstream,


places and meaning would be washed

into infinity and common sense

would seek other lifestyles

(God knows where!)

Dark and dawn would share a jacket

and clay would leave a picture of it all.


Town folks would stand by afterward saying

what was that?


18 Oct 08

Dave Barber