Poem: "A Position of Defeat 6"





6.

the sun lying back on the couch of clouds
complains of ennui and insomnia
the night is long but all too soon i hear
the coffin close, the rolling up of shrouds

i take my darkness out to walk the park
most owners let their petty dooms run wild
or train them to pick up a spotty child
so carefully the skin won’t hear a mark

mummy cries out, Stop, Def, stop where you are
a little ruin has run across the road
speed-demon cabs, reckless trucks, swaying loads
hearing the loved voice, Def runs back to her


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