the word that came, as i left the room.

why.

the cards were right, i thought, knowing
all is underpinned, the past cut with knives.

emerging from the earth with power, with peace.

i recognised the shapes , the pieces, the
talk of crosses, circles and industry.

we searched out the tins,
on the library shelves, slightly rusty.

he read the tarot.

sbm.