An audio poem, produced by myself:
Saturday, June 7, 2025
Friday, April 18, 2025
Radiation
If this is love,
Then the soft things are missing,
The comfort, the ease of being
Together, the enjoyment of a
Sunset without alcohol?
If this is love,
Why do we hide in the dark,
Praying to the god of boxed wine,
Fearing neighbours sifting our rubbish,
Finding our empties violate protocol?
If this is love,
Why are you pissed as a pirate
And swearing like a wharfie
By the time I have to read
Our daughter her bedtime story?
If this is love,
Why are your parents
Staging an intervention
When I thought I could save you
And provide protection?
If this is love,
Then love is an inflammation,
Which, with antibiotics and time,
Will diminish slowly,
Like radiation.
©Shaun Green 2025
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