This light only has the colour of darkness.
Looking out the tinted windows
Of the cafe in Bethesda Hospital
I see only the dark colours
The dark greens
Of the recently wet foliage
The dark yellows of unnameable flowers.
The darkness in the hearts of people
Driving by in the blue-black limousines
The dark navy aggression of the four wheel drives
What darkness have they had to perform to live like this?
Like a cliche the political process
Has reached a dark point in our history
That moment
After the dictator stops smiling
When you realise
It is no longer necessary
To wonder who the secret police are coming for in the night
They are coming for you.
A doctor comes up the steps of the hospital
Hurriedly buttoning his dark suit
What operation is he going to perform?
Outside high up in the El Greco sky
The dark shape of a single bird
I stand to leave
And take my dark presence from the room.