As the walls of Troy
came crumbling down
I wonder where it was
that you ran
I keep a small faith
that something stole you
instead
wrenched you onto its ship
bedded you
I have words
which taste like venom
or a sinner’s eulogy
the way
that I can put them together
bringing rhapsodists to their knees
and you
have a self-conviction:
your words
are better than mine
my words
are merely the stink
which rises
from the suburban ******* tip
you forget that we speak
the same language
the same words
over and
over again
I wake up in May
there is dew on the sill of the window
culminated
from my ****** foulness
you climbed through it
said goodbye
with a dry mouth
and a steady voice
*every evening
is an odyssey for you*
I was the antagonist
I wanted to flood your ship
I wanted to drown your men
you are the wise man
the one
with the ideas
the one
who in the end
is meant to save us all
a different you – I know it’s you
you feel the same
same
strength in your knees
and same
self-conviction
returned to me
and to this archaic city
at the start of May
your words are different
and now
you have a kiss
like the world is ending
and I am your final prayer
we are always searching
for a way to disappear
indefinitely
inside each other
between the walls
of a timber stead
we have cycled
back to the beginning
begin again.