Sport 23: Spring 1999
Elected Silence
Elected Silence
When his breakdown occurred,
he took to wearing industrial earmuffs.
‘If I ever come right, Geoff,
we'll get pissed together
and sing some songs.’
The city is a catchment area.
An oblong Tartar god
shelters a frieze of kine.
Lying awake last night,
I listened to the cries
of the woman being screwed
by the swarthy Turk upstairs—
heartbreaking sounds, let's face it.