Still life

I'm as ancient as I walk.

I have walked
in my time.

See,
even things set themselves.

Come,
we have to go out
and welcome the enemy.

In faded print,
all are equal.

The death mask is forming.

(c) John Robert Lee - excerpt from "Dread" in 'elemental: new and selected poems' (Peepal Tree, 2008)


(c) Photo by John Robert Lee