The Hope Museum

Now you have taken
Everything,
/
You shattered me
To smithereens
/
You buried me alive
And kept
/
My heart
In a glass box
/
To watch it
Rot
/
On a dark shelf in your museum
Of hope;
/
You win – you’ve taken
Everything:
/
The arms I fought
With
/
And the light I fought
For

The Bleak House

The toys I used to love,
The loves I have outgrown,
The hungry dogs of hopes,
Which have devoured
One another,
/
Voids, interspersed with holes,
Mountains of wind and smoke,
Oceans, painted on desert sands
By jinns and ghosts –
/
My memories;
/
At my house at the edge of the world,
With cracked windows and doors agape
I’ll look away as I lock away
Everything I have
Ever known;
/
I will call the bleak house my home,
Sit and sit on the steps outside,
Staring vacantly out at things
Without knowing their names
Or mine,
/
My memories
/
Gone