Читать книгу The Porcupinity of the Stars - Gary Barwin - Страница 13
Оглавлениеthe girl pushed
a long-handled broom
along the floor
Father could hardly bear it
tears streamed from his eyes
silent laughter transformed his face
his body was shaken with
spasms of delight
he was a bird
no bigger than a dust mite
looking for his place
in the world
his lifted wings were
invisible to all who knew
the broom as broom
the pleasurable eddies
of the Big Bang
the broad sweep
of time across the floor
the updraft of memory
those who knew
felt the swoop
of Father’s wings
saw them raised in quaking splendour as
he created from the spasms
of his tiny body
the rippling laughter
the swept-clean ghost
