there is even less
room here since you left
walls encroach, creaking
in their eagerness
they fill a space once
radiated with your charm
I hear their whispers
the real poet is no more
this ersatz kibbutz has
no real defences left
we’ve failed you where
you left us with a dream
we can’t sustain – the
crush is killing us with
aching emptiness
Life will never be the same...
© 26 May 2007, I.D. Carswell
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