sincere thanks, you say
for a crumb of comfort chocolate
from pale, blind hands
that probe but cannot reach
what you sank here upon arrival
in concrete sarcophagi
into layers of
sucking
clay
candy cabinets
drawers filled with sweethearts in wrappers
cheerful folding boxes and trays of liquorice
wherein dreams embraced sorrows numbed
and how you sniffed your welcome daily
from the salty scent of
caramel
like a mendicant you had to go
to God knows where still warm the smell of bakeries
where tongues do not taste of gunpowder
where the weather forecast pours golden honey
over the tears and shreds
of your gritty grey
awakening
northwards, they said
northwards
but don't venture too far
there you crying