Without a Word Spoken
 
 

From a dead sleep I awoke
The house was in darkness
No sound of any kind I heard
The rustle of the trees, maybe
But I awoke and stumbled
In my underpants
Through the house
Knowing I was awake for a reason

A slit of light showed
Under her door
I found her sobbing on her knees
Before his drawer
Neatly stacked and laundered clothes
Threatened to spill out
"....Mom.... what are you doing ?"

"Thank you for coming son, I called you"
"They are his, son, he doesn't need them any more"
"They are his, son,
"Get me a bag"
We loaded them into Bags For Sale
In some distant town

It would make Dad feel good that a drunk or a homeless bum
Could afford his new clothes
Coats, trousers and clobber. 
 
 


(C) Copyright 1999
EWAN ELLIOTT
All Rights Reserved

The Nexus Collection
EWAN ELLIOTT

Anew
A New Year

Assign
Balance

Beginning
Blenheim

Dancing
Dusty Boots

East meets West

Forlorn
Ghosts

Golden 
Slippers

I Think

Loving and Liking

Many Faces

On a Full Stomach

Poker Days
Sachets
Slippery Lines

Techno Marvel
The Head Ward
The Last Rites

The School Yard

Tired Eyes

Winding Roads

Without a Word

Where have all the young men gone ?




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