Days slip by
I didn’t know
Your face was mired
Til I saw
An animal’s mask
Of rivulets through ochre
When you wept
The women talking
Over wire fences
Hair tied up for war
Rattan, acrylic, linoleum
Didn’t see your fall
Staccato cattle grid voices
The dye fading
The death truck’s passing roar
Of furious evening birds
Leaving, staying
I don’t know which way fled
Just reed-boned silhouettes
Gone in the almost dark
Grit cast in the footpaths of our faces
The washing line creaks warning
In the aftermathing silence
Cries and sunsets
Thin as guttered water