09 March 2009

A Dream We Can’t Sustain (rev)


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