Dream Poem 27: Egyptian Seer.
At a tropical island radio station,
the telephonist is off sick and I have to
take over
the nerves of telephone stage fright.
Meanwhile job applicants arrive,
a very, very old woman, a young man and a
young woman
letter writing tasks are set.
At the same time in an army tent nearby
is an Egyptian Seer,
a beautiful woman with long dark hair.
The applicants have completed their letters
and it’s time for the telephone test.
Round the side of a scout hut I meet a man
“you can kiss me if you want” I say
But he doesn’t.
I remember that I had forgotten to give the
old woman a task.
I just lie down on the cool concrete floor
for a rest
while the applicants continue.
The Seer is now in a wooden hut.
Its cavernous and darkened
she is bound by rope
and hanging from the ceiling .
Fragments of light
fall on her
from the bright day outside, through the
slats of wood.
Hanging in front of her is a man
A porcupine man
covered in spear-like spines all over his
back.
He is spinning and swinging from the
bulb-less light fixture
And every time he passes the Seer
He cuts her with his razor sharp spines
She bleeds
and bleeds
and bleeds
and dies.
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