Beneath the Choppy Sky.

Beneath the Choppy Sky.

Beneath the choppy sky line
Is the cut up panorama of the city
Moving.
A canopy of cranes
The driven sound of drills.

Each foot step that I take is walked in thought
It’s far from clear what last night’s dream can mean
To fill me with all this today.

And you..just there beside me ..for so many years
And years

Then she appears... an unknown face
A square shaped woman , squat and firm.
...with swollen cheeks ...black hair
She smokes and smokes
But she is solid sitting there..calmer than me
And she is yours ....you say.
She’s permanent.
She and her oval teeth will never go away.

And you are anchored to her now.
You’ll leave your treasured home..to live with her
And I am left bereft. How could you do it ?

This woman is a solid mass. She does not need to move.
You go to her. You go you go...
You leave
And I wake up with such a dread...

The high end flats are rising now
The cranes are swinging in
Pipe lines are laid
And foreigners appear with Gold

And as my foot hits hard against the curb
I know that She is Death..
And that you’ll go to her.

That you will go to her
There’s nothing I can do...that will be that.

Kristine Byrne
27th April 2014