What is left if nothing’s left?
The tap loses teeth-blood,
Each empty cup smiles with malice.
We have fallen over the fence,
Our pictures torn, a history in bags,
We walk like a cluster of wraiths
As dull legs trudge over stones.
The old will wither with frost
When the night comes sooner.
And if the children cry in the night
There is nothing more to say
Than that the stars are hungry too.
About Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert is a social worker from London. After studying English literature at the University of Coleraine, he now lives in Germany. He has published work in the United States in magazines and has also done some translating for theatre groups in Bavaria. He is married with two children.
