abstinence and cruel practice
old dancers have no feet
living beliefs
in this house of rabies
a house of lies
lies that tell the truth
taught through the agony of disillusionment

the planets move
we do their dance
fire points
angles in motion

when they square
we are constrained
when opposed
swords cross
when trine
we are graced
always the dance of the other

the world whorls
strikes like lightening
breaking the nose of every beautiful thing

“Let it go. Let it out.
Let it all unravel.
Let it free and it can be
A path on which to travel.”
Michael Leunig.

Annarcheyes adores Leunig,
The world’s best visual poet
But he can’t see
The pain that she
needs to cause,
her sacrificial suckling pig

Annarcheyes enacts a plan
For thethe grisly demise of a man
Whose crimes , like Fortunato’s,
Need not be named
Yet the vengeance and pain
Need to be fully explained

Stems tremble.
Leaves wave in the wind.
White belated flowers gleam.

Shallow sun-puddles sway.
Tawny lace
of worn down shadows swings.

Oaks throw the last words.
Air shimmers and rings.

On the background
of the dark lilac cloud
geese draw angular
silvery shapes – the outline
of their backs and wings shine.

Leaves and needles swirl,
fly and fall,
catch the last sun,
rustle the last nothings,
swirl, fly and fall.

I sit by your side and memories swirl
The sweet and the tart
Those more precious than a pearl

I pace back and forth and start to despair
The light leaves your eyes
See how dull and lank is your hair?

I wake up at night softly weeping
No, I’m not your cousin, your dear aunt or uncle
Gone now are your days of running and leaping

I stand next to you gently reminding
It’s me, your first born, don’t you know your own daughter?
I talk to myself more than you, I am finding