With wooden arms,

And wooden legs,

We fuck,

And fuck again,

No smile,

No taste,

No smell,

But violent tongues,

And silent minds,

That dare not speak,

What must not be spoken.

 

So shuttered hearts,

Remain closed.

 

A rusting sink,

Cold water,

An old woman,

Head bent,

Doing her washing,

Attempting indifference to the strong winds,

Which blow outside.