Questions in 'G', by Adrian McRobb

Mouths open, a circle of darkness
where the stones of hatred live
tears course as easily as rain
when lips move in anger

Heels clip-clop noisily away
hips sway in haughty rebuttal
body language of rejection
lives severed by hasty surgery

later in lonely rooms
they lick different wounds
cursing God...blaming the other
when really, it was just words

Taxis have a lot to answer for
an evenings autopsy
on a too long idle journey
simmers many broken pots...