On the forecourts of French libraries from Reignac to Marseilles the rain rattles small cars, clouds drape over backseats I am a photograph in your satchel, between a paperback and cigarettes I am the dead bird on the gravel, neck snapped from last night's Northwesterly But no peace, no closure But no peace, no closure Beside these roads that halt like jetties, beneath circling murders are leafless trees Drowning at the knees
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