… and I wrote this

Among the decades’ old papers I was going through in recent days to double-confirm that they can be discarded, I came across some of my own “poetic” efforts…

Here is one:

have I crossed so much water
only to come to a dead land
arid and barren of meaning
this stony ground will shed no tears for me
or breed fresh hope
of green tomorrows
I’m a cast off dried leaf
drifting in the autumnal air
the fag-end of a burnt-out spirit
to be discarded with the morning trash
like a Schweppes unreturnable bottle
I have no home
empties belong nowhere…


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