in a dark corner of a dark room
the mirror forgets me
remembers only the corrosion of time
the scars she left behind
...
a dead vase:
shattered fragments
of blue glass
forgotten on the floor
...
in a basque market place a terrorist bomb exploded
up to a mile away buildings shook and shattered glass
and mothers screamed the stillborn dream
as children fell in the pools of their own blood
...
Imitations Of Life
in a dark corner of a dark room
the mirror forgets me
remembers only the corrosion of time
the scars she left behind
the clock has stopped its tick and tock
its face disfigured by dust
and rusted shut a broken window
betrays the only escape
but escape is a mere elusion
freedom a delusion
a deceitful cell, a bigger prison
from which she can never break free
in the glint of splintered glass
the past exists in stasis
is trapped forever in a dark mirror
in a clock emptied of time