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NAMELESS IN CAMDEN for Andrew and Polly at the ‘Ham n’ High’ They come to me like wraiths out of the mist Lost insignificant the dispossessed Searching for their shadow mislaid or missed Effaced from the day, they linger oppressed Without end with the knowledge of someone Since forgotten that will not go away, They pass with only their own reflection For consolation outstaring the day The outlandish night left there endlessly Merging as an early oblivion And into everything they cannot see. And sometimes in dreams in low light unshone, From echoes remembered something is heard Yet recurring mnemonic and conferred.
31 October–6 November 2003
They trace the heel of the day forever In front with something of a life straight from The heart as they react between after And before, held in its arc as they come And go with a truth that has come apart And a name’s echo they cannot go back To, a future that refuses to start, That stalling lies abandoned in its track. The last light of a day is all there is Left, the sudden footsteps falling away Throbbing endlessly through the arteries Of a life on hold with nowhere to lay Its head, hollowing out a centrifuge An open dark without any refuge.
7-12 November 2003
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