People Poems

	Book bugs There it is, sweet night One long, shocking ring The signal to clean desks Of every living thing From every nook and niche Come mute rheumatics Hugging their thoughts Like leaf-cutter ants Each bug snoutly sniffs The question mark of air They stand for a moment Transfixed, but where? Quivering, shivering soft Nothings to nobodies where The ashes of the daytime Sweep reality to the west Somewhere in the city I was I saw you wandering off Eating into the darkness With blindness inside © David Incoll 2001
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