“Even numbers have got a boundary,
An edge, but odds have one foot
In both camps recurring out into
Infinity so maybe that’s why God’s
A trinity…”
She falls silent as Paul lets it be,
The silence grows until someone
Finally changes the LP: the ash
On the end of her joint grows
Like some spit of volcanic rock
Being slowly uncovered by a
Receding sea and the wind
Cries Mary as she fills her lungs,
Exhales slowly, passes with
“Good shit man!” follows
Through with, “What was
I saying?” but no-one answers
And smoke drifts
As castles made of sand
Slip in the sea…
.
Kevin McCann
.