Graham Stone Poems
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The Regret Of Regretting
only now does the sun come,
Only now do the scales melt
From my hand
Like gleaming frost in the morning light
Perhaps now, when it does not matter,
Can I stand.
In amongst the thick and thorned bushes it lays,
Biting bitter berries; whiling the day away.
It dribbles juices in bleeding streams from its lips
As it masticates the drenched saliva-clad fibres
Around a gaping trap.
It gags a slow reproach as the bitter berries cramp in its stomach.
A Lurch, but it won’t give up the poison.
Instead it rolls on to its face and dies,
Packing its limbs neatly into the earth.