Lacey May

In a spartan cafe' reclaimed from the sea let me tarry blonde or wispy dark like a coming enemy shadows make marks dawn the falling rain saddened at the infirmary echo of empty cradle doctor's sad smile more than we can ever be love gone by miles on hospital alleyways the absence of heartbeat sound of a dismal train it whistles the length of St Anthony’s quay loss brings no certainty to sorrow again