Of Three Or Four In The Room

 Out of three or four in the room
One is always standing at the window.

Forced to see the injustice amongst the thorns,
The fires on the hills.


And people who left whole
Are brought home in the evening, like small change.


Out of three or four in the room
One is always standing at the window.

Hair dark above his thoughts.

Behind him, the words, wandering, without luggage,
Hearts without provision, prophecies without water
Big stones put there
Standing, closed like letters
With no addresses; and no one to receive them.

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