your words light the night
telling me how to see the world
I’d never have known
imagine that
architect of Alphabet City falling from the night sky
your words jigsaw into shapes
that urge us to love and fight
keep romance alive
is your manifesto
but you are dead
imagine that if you can
and down the hall on Saturday night
we will declare our love for you
Moles with red eyes
we’ll eat and sing and speak your words
to forget you couldn’t make it yourself
we’ll dance and weep your words
with light on our faces
tonight
Madeline McNamara
Wellington, 26 October 2002
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