Winter
Heavy on the bare tree
The blackbird sits in silence,
Thinking in winter
Thoughts he cannot sing.
Blood
Blood's embarrassing, a secret,
Thick, heavy, vigorously alive.
Mind doesn't want to know
That it depends on this dark flow.
Ideology
'Freedom!' he cried, as he shot the children dead.
The watching animal scratched a hungry head.
'Has he no food?' the puzzled tiger said.
Old People's Home
The Home is not home.
Each one sits alone,
From other silences
Expecting nothing.
Once, when time was alive,
Hope came in to dance,
Found sleep her only friend.
Beyond the window,
In perfect ignorance,
Snowdrops flourish.
Symbols
Shadows on the wall
More beautiful
Than the wooden angels
They reflect.
That's the way with symbols;
They make their own country,
More real than ours.
