— adam aitken
Who knows if suffering’s inquiry leads you anywhere
but back to suffering? Yes, it takes you to a rainbow
shining at the end of the runway.
Suffering will not cause you to fall asleep
as the train arrives at the station, for
the tracks were ripped out years ago
by lads who knew more about suffering
than we ever will. We’re still dreaming,
the journey tomorrow.
And yet, you’re right Michelle, the children
still wave here, though hardly a soul over forty,
and those who remember can’t quite recall
the historic meaning of their lives, or how it’s spelt: just
to have come this far, along the road,
just this sack of green leaves, this hammock in the trees.
* This is a reworking of one of Michelle Cahill’s poems. (– Adam Aitken)