He wakes up to rain on his window, <br />the wash of gutters and drains <br />in the street; an early car starting; <br />the yawn of a garden gate – <br />and love, with a homicidal stare, <br />nailed like a picture to the wall. <br /> <br />Alarm bells revive neighbour’s bodies <br />as the world ends again. <br />He thinks he might as well get up.<br /><br />Stug Jordan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/revival-5/
