Invincible summer |||

Sam, in the bar

Kings Cross, December 2004

Sam, in the bar
remembers him
grins an apology
cannot manage funerals

Too many bad deaths
too close together
I have to keep some distance

Men neglect their beer glasses
stare across the gulf
to where she twists onstage

and twists off
the scraps that decorate her flesh,
which meets the light, the smoke
the hungry eyes

and surrenders nothing