Pain
David Harsent, 3 July 2014
“... what comes back, of what will settle, soon enough, and snag.*You wake from a dream where people go by rote. The clocks are setone at the right time, one to fool the Devil. The penitents come outhooded and gowned in holy white to flog themselves down the street.The rhythm of that scourging, their dumbness, the rack of bloodied feet.*If not a cellar, an ... ”