Iseult Gonne

the thunderclap
did not come
where  where  where

are the rolling clouds,
the slim streak
of white anger?

the wind roars
and disturbs the ears
of the Queen

the candle is lit
and blown out
lit and blown out

you cannot create a life
out of a dead baby
you just can’t do that

dance on the edge
of the ocean
but peace never comes

eyes are always
watching the shape
my shadow makes

if you bruise and
confuse the leveret
the hare will flee