scytheless harvest
scytheless harvest
several years passed since nineteen eighty four, 1
a patient serval watched my door 2
from a tree in the neighbor’s yard. 3
mail piled to the vigas on the porch, 4
they cut off the power, 5
i used torches, 6
they tapped the phone, 7
i acted natural and 8
when i was alone 9
i told myself it was over. 10
apologetic lovers 11
whose pride had gone 12
came to the door 13
and said they’d been wrong, 14
but i stayed inside 15
remembering the tricks. 16
emily called the nights 17
i was weak 18
to remind me of 19
the tricks they play. 20
“not in summer’s or winter’s hands, 21
not in straighted seaways or rocky hinterlands, 22
i will be here,” she says, “they won’t get me,” 23
and i love her for it but 24
emily, what are we? 25
what are we doing, really? 26
28.11.90
