It’s meticulously scripted;
the kneeling man in silence,
the other, black shrouded, reciting
his prophesy – accent, grammar,
common on the ear as everyday.
This modern ars moriendi,
I already know the finale,
for a brief moment, fingertips are drawn,
in thrall, towards the ‘play’ button.
I almost press it. Lesley Quayle is a poet, novelist and folk/blues singer, currently living and working in the wilds of rural Dorset. Her most recent poetry collection “Sessions” is published by Indigo Dreams.