let us walk through
the ruins of beirut my love
come your skin is glowing
and your teeth shine
in the light of the fires
we hear our desire in the siren
our passion in the sound of gunfire
flares hang like stars in our eyes
and explosions fill our heads
shouts and cries running feet
the drum of marching is our music
they’re playing our song and we are
in love we dance on clouds
we are walking with the bombs
shall we lie down my love
in the strewn pieces of the city
soft stone will be our bed
the quiet witness of moonlight
our coverlet
© Riley Tench 1980/ 2014
<riley wrote this poem for Theatr Kathartic, which John Tench and I both performed in 34 odd years ago. seems not much has changed sadly. wm>
Peterborough Poets 