A Bomb-Blast Came out of the Dark, by Michael Cope

A Bomb-Blast Came out of the Dark

a bomb-blast came out of the dark
we heard people running, got dressed
went out and ran with them   we stood talking not far from where
pieces of the station lavatory
were sharded on the pavement   (a statement about the bomb the next day
claimed it for the freedom struggle)   we went back to bed and continued
making love in the excited dark   and when we exploded we fell into each other
and burned with a light fire and lay
tight together       wet with sweat   and a star shone into the bedroom
where we'd parted the curtain
to look at the people running

poems.one - Michael Cope

Michael Cope