GETHSEMANE           

 

            A type
            of Gethsemane.
            Not so much the pain –
            more the agony.

            Not the absence
            of sleep –
            more the ache;

            an ache which penetrates
            each sinew. If only
            one had slept

            like others do.
           Oh, how you’d love
           that luxury. Wait

           for the next event –
           everything burns,
           each pore secretes
           anxiety. Has it

           all come to this?
           Who knows
           what follows
           the restless night.

                

                                        Malcolm Evison
                                        09 June 2005

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