Sin and Separation: A Trilogy

I. Crime and Space

I'm guilty as charged
of a heinous crime;
Desired to be with one I love
for a little more time.

She needs her there about her,
tells me straight,
to tow the line
and wait

for a solicitor's agreement
who by the way -
please sit tight -
is on a weeks holiday.

So I sit. Tight.
But I can't wait.
There's only so much time,
then it's too late.

My little muse is stolen
by Philistines in skirts,
with fears and years and laws and airs
but no hearts.

What shall we read?
Questioning empty air.
Poems! Daddy! Poems! she whoops.
But it is only memory's tricks,

she's not there.


Cor, 1999