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Ian Pindar
Of Truth
Of Truth
Of Truth
There was such a truth once.I remember it. We all shared it
like a candle in the dark.
During the war a piece of bone
got lodged in it, but you
didn’t hear it complaining.
In a cinema after the war
I saw it looking for its hat
under the seats.
It was smaller then, a little hunched.
I don’t recall the last time
we met. I think it was in Berlin.
I’d just been to the lavatory
when I came out
to find a girl in blue jeans
staring at a patch of oil in the corridor.
Something moved in the darkness
and I stamped on it.
© 2010, Ian Pindar
From: Emporium
Publisher: Carcanet, Manchester
From: Emporium
Publisher: Carcanet, Manchester
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Of Truth
There was such a truth once.I remember it. We all shared it
like a candle in the dark.
During the war a piece of bone
got lodged in it, but you
didn’t hear it complaining.
In a cinema after the war
I saw it looking for its hat
under the seats.
It was smaller then, a little hunched.
I don’t recall the last time
we met. I think it was in Berlin.
I’d just been to the lavatory
when I came out
to find a girl in blue jeans
staring at a patch of oil in the corridor.
Something moved in the darkness
and I stamped on it.
From: Emporium
Of Truth
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