The sky is spotless blue
The day is sunny and bright
But everything around me
Is cold...
The wind - that sweeps away
the fallen leaves of stricken limbs
As it has done from year to year
The streets, that crawl to life
from their short and dreamless sleep
A suckling child on swollen breasts
The cars, that start and go
From here to there and everywhere
Like bees and wasps and flies
,
The people, that pass of nought aware
But where they go to satisfy
The space and void in pyramids
Only the memory of my little village
Where everything is a dream
Close to my heart even here
Is warm.