Thursday, October 12, 2006

The Silent Mould Man

Masses of spores,
a downy coating,
on patches furry, even.

The silent man of mould
Greenish-glowing , sickly-smelling
Constant rot, from time to time
A leg comes off, an arm,
Or part of his face.

He carries on,
Sits by his record player
Listening to Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau
In his cave.

The mould man,
The starry one.
A man with dreams,
A man of few words.
His son is a student.

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