The blade

The blade drew across his throat And the choking began Then the drowning His crime The gradual seduction Of a princess Then a queen How he longed for his bed To close around him In its sheets To sweep him Into a dream of sorts Downgrey light That should hold so much  Promise   Rising  against a welling storm To quieten the sea To millpond safety And below Easy elegance  Sliding silver Death at its lips Armed with technology Beyond any human endeavour The Blade    copyright Geoff Francis 2020   Still Life  copyright Geoff Francis 1997

The enemy of good

Vacuum That has displaced All the air To breathe inside A victim Of thoughtless experiment Goaded on  by the fallacious wisdom  of the crowd No fragile threads of humanity No truth li If ever it did The breath is gone from it Leaving a child  Fashioned from artificial fabric Divine And Defiyng what should be Perfection  should not be The enemy of good The Enemy of Good Copyright Geoff Francis 2020 Drowning the Butterfly copyright Geoff Francis 2001

Ghost 2

There they were Too many to erase Too many to resist Any more Inside they lay In every thought and perception So righteous was their anger Chanting in a language Foreign to his ear And beyond his comprehension What filled his eyes Were lost faces What touched his fingers Were electric memories Ghosts 2 copyright Geoff Francis 2020 Bagged rhinoceros Copyright Geoff Francis 2018