Archive for February 3rd, 2013

03/02/2013

The Third Man

 

Between the lines of chaos left,

The shadows and the rubble piles,

The cats, the beggars and the old:

The ones whom death had overlooked.

 

He makes a simple killing there:

Chiaroscuro trades at night,

Around the Hofburg’s ruined walls,

Beneath St Stephen’s tarnished gold.

 

Sewer deep the devil rules.

An overspill of human loss,

From steppes and mountains, bombed out towns,

They cry to him through wounds of waste.

 

He’s there: a light to pry in graves.

He’s there, to light the caudite charge.

 

 

Response to the film “The Third Man”.

03/02/2013

Three Colours: Blue

 

The beads of simple, tinted glass:

Between each one the links of loss.

The music of their chimes when touched:

The glittered schisms, splitting light.

 

Each facet shines with bitter dreams.

Each angle cut betrays a past,

A slight, a trap, a loveless chill,

And yet a life which always was.

 

The threads which bind are rarely seen.

Beneath the beat, a universe;

Between the beads and solid earth

The scattered force of freedom’s cost.

 

The grief which comes with cutting loose

The bluest segments of the sky.

 

 

Response to the film Three Colours: Blue.