dream

Paris.
We dine on mussels braised in garlic heads
and horses tears,
conduct cobbled sociology projects
with a picture of a monkey printed in biro
on a lined notebook

- the terrorists have attacked Syria with fireballs
and a rushing wind-plague;
the old and infirm are falling -

In the restaurant, a waiter reads Russian tragedies
and loops famine repeats from the evening news

The horses sob.