THE SHIP THAT SAILS INTO THE STORM
Mon 27th Jun 2016
We woke as strangers on an offshore isle,
a wilderness where the jackal roams
among the bones of hopes licked clean.
The queens have lost their consorts.
Pictures fall from gallery walls.
Words in the dust will fade unread.
Here is noise in place of harmony.
The actors stand still and speechless.
In the Reading Room is an empty chair.
This is the end of the story.