Nefertiti: The Borrowed Gods of Egypt

Sadly my rage puts on wings

The present is wrapped

for Martin Trippett

The Commodore

for Toby

I will stand naked at the top of the stairs
Waiting for the old man to enter the hall
and remove his coat

A camera falls thirty feet
Onto the deck of a ship.
As the boatswain pipes
I am the picture that it took

The album in the fisherman’s cottage is full