Walls

(London, the 15th of July, 2012)

A day will come
A day of walls
Voices will echo - empty glasses
And sound will carry back
Some insect-like feeling that wants
To burrow under my skin

Home is
Waiting outside a locked gate
With the last of the dinner ladies
Kicking dust in the early hours
At the bus stop

Home is
A priest’s mantle
Kittens in bags
Couches on concrete
The railway line

Home is
The extraction
An empty wall inside
Where a heart should be.