1. After a Lie
Where did we find the truth?
Was it hidden like a dog’s bone
Or locked up in a safe?
No, we had the truth inside us,
Among bold imposters,
Two-faced traitors, hello-sayers,
Turn-awayers and big,
Brooding, faceless men, stood like stones.
How did we find the truth?
As a malnourished little wretch
With scrawny legs, pale flesh
And eyes which shone like broken glass,
Murmuring of cousins
That she claimed still walk about us
In their black and white clothes,
With elegance or leaden steps.
2. Idle Afternoon
Lazing by the sun-burnt rynek
Where the Devil left the ashes
We are cooled by frozen yoghurt
And an air-conditioned cafe.
Up above, the birds are flying
In long, slow, elegant circles.
“Did you hear something, love?” you ask.
“No, I didn’t. No. Nothing. No.”
3. His Chains and Ours
As people jeer and curse the man
I think of hot, loud, sweaty streets
Where some men talked of fruit and tits
As others wandered to their deaths.