here in a gathering rain


Lance Henson

here in a gathering rain
are the ones chained to fear
even their faces have left them

so they look like everyone

one cannot write terror in a word
it can only be seen in a face

in a mexican bar a man in a dirty white suit
said these things
as he sat in front of a glass of whiskey

into which his life had fallen

I awoke to a red hotel light
blinking through the window

and pulsing on the ash tray
beside the bed

your fingerprints in moth down
among the bottles and cigar ashes

wind whistling through the mirror …

a nuevo laredo memory
august 10,2001

the hueb,switzerland

© 1998 Lance Henson

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