Footsteps Passing


Footsteps Passing


I have looked in the mirror

and found everything ruled

by old age


clouds and labour

Do not say, this city is my hope

We all have tasted delusions

absorbed by the sound of footsteps

coming closer, passing

Too much is lacking.


is my hand

pressed in wet pavement

The future is desire

going to bed overtired

overdrunk with wishes and blindness

Do not tell me the world is gentle

or to kill a mosquito

is a matter of self-defence

Believe you?

What can it matter?

My best friends

I perish beside

Pockets are picked

Sensitivity feeds addiction

I have learned

the stars are wise

by reason of their incredible glow

And that dying

is a great deal less important

than the smallest of favours

done with a smile.



Copyright © 1989 by Allison Grayhurst


Joshua’s Shoulder was published  in 1989 by The Plowman, written by Allison Grayhurst under the pseudonym of Jocelyn Kain.


First published in “The Plowman: A Journal of International Poetry” 1989


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