it all came at once
the sounds that drift like ice
in the wind behind the gloom
lay folk with their handbags
and inner feelings of desperate sanction
neglected ease and sorrowful liens
against artifacts lost after research
iotas thrown into the storm
they fell from fooling you
with breathy solitude
to slide out weathered
lots of molten steel
and metal
questioning
no value as its torn
from the shell it covers
Nicholas Alexander's Poetry