He wakes up to rain on his window,
the wash of gutters and drains
in the street; an early car starting;
the yawn of a garden gate –
and love, with a homicidal stare,
nailed like a picture to the wall.
Alarm bells revive neighbour’s bodies
as the world ends again.
He thinks he might as well get up.
Stug Jordan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/revival-5/
