Each night the little emigre
returns from the Island
with tales of human cattle.
Vienna is a world away.
A life can be recast,
Jonas becomes Josef,
the dark controlled
by magic, by conjuring
brocade and painted plaster,
smoke and light and mirrors,
everything reframed
in perfect chiaroscuro.
All this in unsafe silver.
In dreams he knows
that none of this is real,
not even his name.
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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