Sport 2: Autumn 1989
Going on
Going on
Time is a brick falling.
Here we can make mad
love in the space it takes
to demolish a wall
a ceiling
a floor
this city is the sound
of days gone to ground
all around the buildings
shudder down
and the cranes whirl shadows
over the park and a man on a
small tractor mowing circles
on a sloped lawn.
Three black cats dispute
the disturbance and here
inside if I put my head
against your belly I can
hear you going on
in your body having
touched I know
the details of you
your construction
your steady outline against
the sky.