Nowhere that we need to be

Moths
Caught
In the full beam
Of the halogen headlights

They dance
Dance to the music
Dance to the spirit
Or dance

To the silence of the summer

Listen out
For the ever present
Resonant frequencies
The still born silence of death

Forever
Somewhere or hereabouts
In deep sleep’s
Midnight air

Dance to that time of time ago
When madness was protected
By the curse of childlessness
On future generations

Walk nine miles or for nigh on ninety years
To be nowhere now that we need to be
There to set free, to see the grief
Believe the spectacle of families torn apart

Silently in silence we wonder
Would we be here if
Without of our own furrowed brows
Without those doubts and burdens

If we
As they had not to say
That this is the past
The last and final curtain

The hoedown
The showdown
The windblown ground
Around the gravestones

Of the slowdown motel
She then, betrothed and ached
Once, which was one time too many
She caught on

Yet for whose sake
Did she fall short of the full term dream
Who set up those bewitched, barbaric deadlines
Headlines now; but back then it seems
An everyday occurrence


This poem is from the pamphlet Rainbows On My Spectacles - Love Through a Lens
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