a week off
a week in which to turn
the weather soured
as if on command
the world went dark
but what happened

nothing

no work
no papers
no symphony
here and there the clamour of the
waterfall
came through
but silence,
mostly silence
to accompany
no movement

the aching heart was rested
though some girls,
some girls need words
here and there
and the guitar stood unstrung
useless
except perhaps to drum
a few resltess fingers upon

restless fingers
resltess body whole
which failed to find any other
occupation
than determined hunger
no intelligences came
from the thought of war
or the memory of souls

but my aunt is dying
god save her
if you can

that was the only thing
he thought of any value
and then at the end
some drunkeness here and there
but mostly
desondent
he ran across the Common
and was weaker

a week off
to get to work
but all that happened was silence
and nothingness
and his body lost some shape

this is another proof:
act,
act,
move,
do.

Do not fuck around,
you are dying

Get on with it,
take no rest