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John Mingay

a dialogue of fools

i.m. cjn & bsm 1935-2014

head
slightly
raised

I search the distance

for him

he can feel the news
while I feel
for news of him
before

he
has
to
go

and I
likewise
am gone

*

he has spotted
the man he was

returning his stare

thickly bespattered
with past blood
in the wrong will wind

though
what
he knows
he never
says

ever

as if afraid

*

already
I have filled the room
with death

as though
pre-empting where
this conversation will lead

and look
there’s mother
all alone
now

listening

but trapped
in a no-man’s land

unaware

*

then
she too
is spent

mimicking
more than
an unknown truth
to decide on

just once again

before
I can call myself
orphan

with both below
amongst mud
and worm

*

grubs
gnaw furiously
at the thews
of history

from this moment forth

while the truth is made
into a grim sort of excuse

words laughing
at what passes
for exuberant life

*

more a man
now no-one’s son

when push
comes to shove

when all
doors are closed
and I am back
to gone

back to finding meaning
in this emptiness of loss

*

the things
I have learned

things that
in any other
hopeless time
would have over-fulfilled
the conviction
the moment is nothing
without the minutes
grinding about it

birdlike

heads
slightly
raised

*

6.10 – 30.11.14

 

 


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