Sunday, February 17, 2008

The Presence of Absence

Sunday, February 17, 2008
Absence has a presence ~
vulgar, garrish and violent,
like a single drop
of red rubra blood
in a bowl of thick, white milk.

Odour has a sound ~
it begins with a crescendo
and slowly fades, seeping
into the cold and heavy embrace
of the omnipotent and omnipresent