Hi c,
I though 'bugger-all' was a bit out of place. Otherwise ok.
Cheers,
Frank
> Still Life
>
> Nothing dead is black or static: it shifts,
> reshapes in shadow. I try to catch it:
> chalk my footprints, eye closed, clamped arm
> to measure, thorn to thorn, gauge the slant
> of stem by plumbline. I stand extended
> by a dumb stick of charcol, making marks
> on once white paper, face smudged,
> flinching-waiter dirt under my nails, knowing
> I see buggerall. It would be wise
> to dye this sheet the shade of my black
> academic gown. 'Dead flower. Night'.
> Who wouldn't argue the farce?
> But when I close my eyes I wonder:
> what colour behind my eyelids?
>
The Tales of Faust poetry page can be found at:
http://www.hotkey.net.au/~flp/F_index.htm
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