Mohammed

Mohammed stares and doesn’t answer Sitting in a Plaka square Hoping that his Grecian dancer Will return and meet him there On his table colours blinking Skin is black and wine’s for drinking Black and gold like night and day Another bottle’s on its way

How easily, how easily I and the hour go lurching by Even the urchins never die Just fade away Don’t be afraid

Mohammed lifts his glass to drink and Someone’s joke will make him smile White teeth shining while he’s thinking Eyes unfocussed all the while Mohammed’s eyes are full of desert The absence in Mohammed’s bed hurts Shadows black on golden sand Remember how she kissed that hand

How easily, how easily I and the hour go lurching by Even the urchins never die Just fade away Don’t be afraid

I know I ought to tell him, saying How his dancer went away Saw her up on Filoneon Catch a bus out yesterday But I don’t have the power to heal it Mohammed’s drunk but doesn’t feel it Black is blind drunk, gold is sight Laughs loud in the Athens night

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