Damian’s Oddnesses

…why this concrete cross,

built on slabs set

porous and glass spectacle,

office blocks called

mum and dad and me?

Go on contact me,

tell me,

no chant or discipline

provides answers.

It is mad to ask,

says my inner voice

as I slash off my

compulsions in these words.

These ships of fools

that rundown europe

are neither good nor bad.

These are freaky things!

the more you care the more you oppress:

Excavation demands truth.