[DEBATE] : Brutus poem: Home-walking, 19/2/09

[Patrick Bond]

Dennis: "Written in Finchley: 18 Hilton Ave."

Home-walking blues
late night gleaming on window panes
cold rain slashing my cheeks
mutters among blue-shadowed trees
a voice remembered in my head
murmuring bad news:
walking to a place called home
a cold bitter place called home.

Home-walking blues
heading east where the light has died
stray leaves drifting across my face
sighs from dead leaves crunched underfoot
a voice remembered in my head
murmuring bad news:
walking to a place called home
a cold bitter place called home.

October 1996