wilderness

Wilderness

He did not understand her wilderness/she watched his face set stone in the pub//
his laugh ripping through night air like a drunk beggar/nasty,vicious,loud/
this was his land/she was swallowed up into black holes/chilled in her pale but brown skin/
marking out difference like a stamp on the forehead/
nonchalantly shrugging off words that used to/spike the skin/
weevil up to the brain/startling it like a sudden storm/no,he did not understand art and the
wilderness of the soul/his way to crush and bend demand and compell/she kept her outh firm shut/ferme la bouche like thin bitter lemon slice/its late,time to go home and breath shadows/watching England,where she was born, shrink-to-fit inside a racists bleach white pocket