ten songs for children no. 8

Through acres of scratching
by streams of aching hands,
our gaslit footsteps stop and wait –
between all these trees
our lips part for a split fist.

We play our pairs
matching together this world to that
reeking of white heliotrope
and all our stiffnesses – this
place looks just like the last but

Yet we wake, as all
clasped in hides and crawling pelts –
this air, it seems familiar,
heavy with its novembers
coming from who? Sliding, soft
this crackling nylon
crosses my hairs
and pushes a sweetened mask
gaping onto our face

suddenly, we are old

About Benjamin Norris

Published writer of short stories, long stories, poems. Well received art critic and cultural commentator for Berlin magazines. Collaborator with operatic societies. Co-writer of fictional historic psycholinguistic journals. Lecturer of architecture and art history at a Budapest University. View all posts by Benjamin Norris

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