This poem is taken from PN Review 5, Volume 5 Number 1, October - December 1978.Three Poems
DESERT REST HOUSE
A radio bleats, a dog
ponders a rat, clawed and half-alive-
this is nowhere, nothing, a one-night stand
Gradations of colour and shadow
presage no angels, we watch them
for what they are, symptoms of a disease
at large within us.
A wrecked car is being explored
by children-as ours will be,
though the mechanic swears
it's fixed now, we can go on.
The light curdles on walls
Tracks lead off, ruts,
into that brief cold clarity
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