The Michael Toy

Poems and Other Programmes


give them your tears


her voice was full of fall
but her heart was all under winter

glory glory
hopeful glory
summer's gift
sung in splendor

death and dying
hidden crying
winter's rest
unliving and unmoving

his ears were clear and hungry
his eyes cool drowned in fog

beauty beauty
dawning beauty
something sleeping
awaiting to awaken

empty kindness
white eyed blindness
wandering lustless
lost and lonely

give them your tears
wet them, drench them
soak the soil with sobbing
til it slumps and slides
making mountainous catastrophe

their faces frightened terror twisted
arms entangled desperate grasping

help me, help me
hear me screaming
wailing whirling
circles slowly shrinking

hold me, hold me
moment holy
finally resting
kissing cheeks all salted

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