Treasure Island

Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

Circle Of Life


Let suitcases stand around you empty
Like a Stonehenge circle
Let your heartbeat, be at the centre
Of a dark darts centrifugal force
Let the flower that encloses encase you
Clothe you, at dead of night:
Just as I and you have wept before
Tears have already left for the setting stars.
Suns have collapsed into the darkest black holes,
None fuller than the emptiest wellbores
Residing in your eyes, eternal weeping.
…Oceans apart, we have moved on’
From breathing the same volcanic primal air!
Till ashen, even the stars we have left …
Have erupted into the ever vanishing,
Circle of life!

Submitted: Saturday, July 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013

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