WHO AM I?

I am a complicated
and complex entity
the vessel of a million genes\
and more
the sum total of all humanity
is in me
and in others before.

I anguish over the mystery
of my being
for the beginning
may be clear
but my ending I
s what most I fear.

I've seen them pass
one by one
ten little Indians
and soon none

No word from the other side
if another side is my destiny

A coffin lowered
the Sun blood stained and weary
never ending tears.

Niagara Falls
I only wish you had been to Niagara
romance never ends there ever,
I would love to have one each day
come what may
winter spring or snow
the Niagara always does love grow

and upon my life’s arc
there is a permanent glow

how I wish all of you
sooner than later to Niagara go
to make the most beautiful
of all God's presentations of love
naturally flow

The room is empty
and dust motes circle in slices of light.
Books like brickwork cover one wall
and on a table a wise old chinaman looks out,
the only figurine.
In another unit a child is crying,
and further away
there's the distorted sound of a reggae tune
but here
not even phantoms visit.
Memories that might have gathered,
as crumbs do in soft furnishings,
have departed like revellers, (laughter
echoes, the lift door closes).
No ticking clock,
no floorboards creak as evening arrives.