The World

It was just yesterday
When I let go the hand of a phantom
And saw light appearing through the window
Between curled branches

It was only yesterday
And photographs from the War
A German family dead : suicide
As the Russians entered Berlin

It was yesterday
In confession to a little priestess
A wild bitch-angel with a snug
Imaginary pussy – that

I came up against the walls
Inside myself

Me, the self-styled wielder
Of the jackhammer of the mind
Me, the one who scoffs
At walls others build to guard

Precious illusions

Found myself reduced to the great
Commonality, and infinitesimal -
Traversing the endless, arced, curving
Grey, impassive edifice

That I meticulously, assiduously
Built around my own Heart