by John E Marks
Thursday 14th March 2019 12:51 am
In a universe of singularities
Near is very far
There’s a vastness that appals
Of the Christie, this Monday morning
Meeting Emile, yes, named after Jean Jacque’s eponymous hero.
Married at the weekend, it has spread,
He fears he’ll soon be dead.
His Caribbean lilt
Echoes in my head.
We smile and laugh and joke with the nurses
As they try searching for a vein
What else can you do?
The colour of blue.