pith…

Miles from Somewhere
I
A plane descends,
throws its shadow
on the ground: a giant cross,
a giant, all-consuming cross.
A man and a woman
are walking, the shadow
eats them briefly, then sun
again.
II
It’s tricky, isn’t it, talking about love,
like talking about socialist art (demanded, of course,
in the strictest realism, else said to sap
the foundations of socialism), he says,
too smugly, she thinks and [...]