Spy Wednesday

mandrakes give us supernatural powers

so we believe



we sit together

in that wilderness  wordless

you and I



suffering black flies and sunlight

atoning for our sins



night comes in like the flood

we are surrounded



"Nietzsche died insane!"

your first words



we start a fire

sparrows in cages brought in from the city flutter



I sharpen knifes throughout the night 

luminous circles attach themselves to our heads



you are my older brother

you died three years ago



you dance with fire

I sharpen knives and wonder

how you can hear the music I do not

© John Cloutier