By Madison 
Date: 6 May 1999

Erased

residue 
on a writing table
who left this mess?
traces
pages of wounded dreams 
reduced to a shadow 
of gritty flecks
crying to be heard 
through shuttered windows 
and empty halls

a whisk of a well-groomed hand
and they are gone
the poison, the counterpoison 
the radical cure 
splintered from life
the crow's feet laughing
the tears of love 
like dull-red embers of soul
they fall in a single silhouette  
to the floor


M Madison 
6 may 99